Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 2015
She says "Come, be with me " I have no choice but to obey...
A slave to her call, next to her I stay.  From the first, She knew the hooks had landed, to set the hooks deep she laughed.
  "I am near, always." I answer without a word. The wavelength we ride is ours alone.  
The flames of our fierceness forever burn. The pyre high, aiming like a spire.
Lovebirds, we were once called. With no chagrin, we carried on.
"If they only knew" she whispers. With a grace unmatched, a single smile was all she flashed.
Held captive in the cage that is her gaze, paralyzed by the toxin that is her touch.
Clyde Barrow
Written by
Clyde Barrow  40/M/Oregon
(40/M/Oregon)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems