And wed am I

In a marriage arranged

To depth and intensity

Without so much as a say

My groom, my suitor,

My loving maelstrom

Imprinted in my flesh

Are scars of his love

I lift my wrist

And check the time

Veiling these slits

on the underside

Those Piscean fish

Are bound and tied

As am I

His captive bride

He strokes my face

Black hole eyes

It is my fate

To be pulled inside