poem
You have sought me out
Chased me down
Tied me up
Stolen my crown
Can it ever be the same
Forbidden is your love
Be it tryst or shame
Does it need rise again
Judge not I a beggar be
On your insatiable passion
Incorrigible pattern
Yes I can read it
Isolated in the weave
Woven from the cloth
Of lust’s interdiction
I know your ways
The mysteries
They rest in my hands
Enigmatic
A siren song
Elusive in subtlety
Quick to take flight
Lest…
