A dangerous song
The soul tangles up in
A rhythm, a tune
Plays incessantly
An addiction, lust,
It traps everything you have within its hold
And dances like a ghost
Possessing the body whole.

The soul is caged,
Vulnerable to this mysterious music,
Addicted like a hippie singing Hare Krishna,
With the perfect cadence
Chanting the lover’s name,
Exasperated and confused,
It looks for reasons
To decipher its meaning.

Is this love?