Masks and Desires

Satin before a silken face,
Covered in beads and in lace,
Adding a veneer of composed grace,
But peering out through masked portals,
Are the windows to this mortal's,
Heartfelt agonies,

Peering deep into what of soul can I see,
A soulful longing to be unbound and free?
Or a longing for retribution for animosity?
No, the longing is of another sort,
The longing is to feel the report,
Of another, longing to know,

But what of this longing these eyes show?
Does the heart's desire grow,
Such that it would sever the flow,
Of unbounded freedom in now enjoys,
And risk to be caught in another's ploys,
With a self wrought chain?

Is this heart willing to weather the pain,
For even the slightest semblance of gain?
What if in the end your tears fall like rain?
By binding yourself to another soul,
Who might be dark as blackest coal.
Will you risk the worst in hope of the supernal?