Jahulath

I hand you my strings to become your marionette, Your finger wraps them Tenderly at first and gently tugs. I move at one with you, Your motions I copy, We glide. I am indifferent, Your own blank canvas. You hold me up, support me and guide me. Your grip tightens around my strings. I feel your movements through my body. You become irrational. I cannot predict how you will move me anymore. I'm torn, between my will and yours but yours is strong but I implore you stop. I flop. You let me dangle. My heart races anticipates your next thrust I must comply to you my mind I gave but I am brave and strive for control.