Just a trick

Slowly,
I think,
the more
I give
the more
you take
and twist
and twist
making me
into yours -
a figment
a trick
of light.

With each
reveal
you tie
the strings
to hands
to arms
to hips
pulling,
persuading,
cajoling,
wanting
me to
perform.

Stringing
my dreams
into
a chain
a semblance
of baubles
for you
to hold
admire
until
they stop
catching
the sun.