Minotaur

Confused the calf could not comprehend
the commotion about his fate,
failed acquiescence
attention and affection,
gilded brutish
bifurcated state.

Released from the shackles
of heavy hammered gold
found his calling
rambling
wandering
mazes
broke
but freely bold.

She wouldn't know what to say
poor Pasiphaë
if she knew the primitive power
of must and mimicry.

Ophelia not withstanding,
smoke and mirrors and heavy sanding
hand holding
and hand wringing
will not a love song make.

The frost and second guessing
plans laid late and false caressing
tacit permission
and undressing
further drive the stake.

So the labyrinth resounds
and beckons still
Stockholm syndrome stirs and fills
the void called hearth
or heart
or home
and the beast will find its rest
among the walls he knows
alone
best.