Beautifully Bound

[kolemath]

the title sounds like some kinky s&m

Those luscious, golden locks on high
Like water drops fall from the sky
And dare to snare a prideful beast, quite the mixing of metaphor 
For such tendrils is no feat.

Sweet to touch and soft to feel;
One has never felt so real
But suddenly they sway away,
A river's peace I still remain. this stanza doesn't add meaning to the poem IMO

Until the surface, struck by rock,
Sends ripples down upon my heart
Will these vines let loose of me, the image of hair tangling you up is interesting
And leave my soul to wander free.

i'm not really a fan of nursery rhythm and rhyme unless it's used as satire, but that's only one readers preference.  i would clean up the metaphors and cut S2.

thanks for posting