We Will Have No More Marriages

You can tether me down to the ground. 
Cover my cage, and I won’t make a sound. 
I have scorned every free bird that chose not to fly, 
Now wing-clipped and pinioned am I. 

You can anchor my heart here in the sand, 
And I’ll sink like a wreck in the palm of your right hand. 
And let them all say, “She drowned in sin”, 
‘Cos only you and I’ll know just how true I’ve been. 

I will wear your embrace like a warm coat, 
And the collar of kisses you’ve sewn at my throat. 
And if ever my fickle heart leads me awry, 
You can tug at the leash of my wandering eye. 

So tether me down to the ground. 
Cover my cage, and I won’t make a sound. 
I have scorned ever free bird that chose not to fly, 
Now wing-clipped and pinioned am I. 

© Fran Smith 2012 (PRS/MCPS)