Three more sonnets for fictional lovers

A key you give, to free me from my chains

gladly received. I wish in truth it would

unlock the bonds, break open what remains.

I'd bear the lash, if cost be paid in blood.

What would I choose, if I to choose were free?

What twisting path, the calling of my heart?

To choose a life, to choose a love, to see,

I lack the skill. Some bonds will never part.

Some chains are of the soul, or of the will,

some forced, some sold, yet some are freely taken.

Some I chafe against, yet bear them still,

to others I will cling, or be forsaken.

And so, though you may hand to me the key,

the lock is held yet by cruel fate's decree.

One voice alone can only do so much

a single line, a simple melody.

One voice alone another's heart may touch

but feather-light. It is in harmony -

in voiced joined - that true music is made.

Those aching chords, that soaring ecstasy,

that lingers long, though notes themselves do fade

to feed the soul. Speak of simplicity

of solo string, or fierce orchestral might -

I tell you true, not one of them compare

to your sweet voice, so glorious, so bright.

To sing with you, I'll raise my voice and dare.

Lay bare my love, so I might beg of thee

to join me in euphoric harmony.

Give me pain, my love, and sweetest bliss

I’ll take from you, or none at all

I’ll bear the whip, the chains, all this,

and cry for more. I’ll scream. I’ll crawl

for you, but you. Only at your hand

will I bear the lash. Only in your fist

I’ll place the knife. Only your command

I will obey. Only for your kiss

I will submit. Do what you will,

bind me, hold me, take my voice,

pierce me, hurt me, feel me thrill

all at your touch. This is my choice.

For you I’ll beg, for you I’ll plead,

your adoration my deepest need.