Upon this mountain peak, bind yourself to me, if we fall, we fall together. Trust me in this, because we love one another, it will make us both all the more careful and all the more safe.
I bind my boat to the shore, to the anchor point that will keep it safely in the harbour until conditions are fair enough to sail once more. I wrap the rope as my grandfather showed me how, though that was so very long ago. It's a memory made from watching him in awe, feeling the movement of his weathered hands as if they were my own, then trying it for myself. My hands move as if they were his, the decades between nothing at all, feeling the texture and the movement it takes to make the so knot fast and true.
As our love binds us together, it brings a sense of safe harbour, of sunlit shores and pleasant winds.
I am bound to you by love and in that I am more free than I have ever been. Out there, that's the prison, that's the isolation cell without visitation rights or comfort.
To bind me is to build my cocoon, for I see in your eyes and soul that your wish is protection, yet the kind that will let me fly once my wings have grown. I will do the same for you, though I can see that you feel you have no need of such things. Love requires it though. That I love you makes this my task.
There is no need to bind the horse for she can only be commanded by her true master.