on my wrist,
this simple loop
a symbol,
a bond,
a promise

a gift to her,
freely given
my love,
my power,
my warrior’s heart

defiance in my eyes
sparks flames in hers
this power,
this heat,

she receives me
honors the gift
my poetess,
my lover,
my muse

we give and take
dancing, each leading
in turn,
in passion,
in love

a tie that binds,
but does not cage,
mine, not mine
hers, not hers
but always,

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