The Collar

The Collar

Once upon a
missing diamond sewn upon a collar
In consternation counted
By bemused Queen,
And much to to her horror
One misplaced in covert bed
By surreptious visitor
To her demure boudoirs.

The king was in his counting house
Counting only money...
To expose a lady in rich distress
Cardinal Richelieu thought
Would be funny...

A missing diamond, a most precious gem
In the hands of a most unusual
Englishman...

Her love, her life, her man, her mind
Collars of ownership can't deny...

So three brave gallants were despatched
Subtlest plot of grand deception hatched
And a pretty paltry bauble recovered
And thus a Queen's honor
Safeguarded.

So off and on and oft it is ...
On our throat glows chain
Of distinction...
Its mismatched links
Arraigned in strict precision...

The reins of control
Take horrific toll
But keeps no captives
In its stronghold.

Oh! love exists in such invisibility
Cloaks, that hides exquisitely
A Collar so bold....
It forms ring of eternal fire
Singes the throat of
Concomitant wearer
This delicate nettled lacy wreath
Tears as poison ivy
faux claims of ownership.

He is true master
The reins are his
Whose every breath is
A kiss we miss.

Whose slightest words are
Passion's prettiest prayers
And sweetest sin
The heady rush of full blooded veins...

Not a Tin man trying to razzle dazzle
Of flesh and blood
Warm honorable.

So I submit
And wear in pride
His chains of iron
Over mock diamonds bright.

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