Lock and key

She has our conversions

Under lock and key
That when ever I speak

It's only permissibly.

She employs every tactic

To disarm this man

That I shoot verbal flares 

Whenever I can. 

I test the field for 

Changes in the air

Hoping that words 

The silence would bare

While I sit in the distance

And calmly I stare
With the hopes that time 

will kindly me fare. 

My hand and ankles 

Together are bound
Along with my lips 

To not make a sound

I walk with a smile 

And I likely pretend
I walk along willingly 

To my known end.