Do not run to him. He won’t set you free. His arms don’t promise release, his lips aren’t Telling you truths. He beguiles, can’t you see His wreath of lies on a closed door, you can’t Go through, you won’t come back my love Would follow, but you would go beyond My words, my eyes, my soothing touch and you Could not be free, nor could I, binding bond Will batter my heart, twist, squeeze, choke through The hinge, frame, keyhole, send tender shoots of Mute desperation, then coaxing sap, sop That speak of trips laughing on the beach, of The tale of life unlived, brutal full stopp’d. Do not run to him. He won’t set you free. Stay ‘til I grow old. You belong with me.