to be tangled in you is freedom. freedom from the constraints of being a person, from the loneliness of autonomy, from defining everything and myself to exhaustion. to lose myself completely, to not know where you end and i begin, to not know where i am and what is the jugular of peace. i’m not ensnared if it’s you. my mind is blank, my body reacts, and it’s so simple, it drives me to tears. you kiss your hand thinking it’s mine, you are so certain. and i think you enjoy being in the trap as much as you enjoyed setting it.