Until I’m captured again
I will love the chain, and pretend
You are on the other end.
You captured me—almost—completely.
But since no one is ever free—
Again and again you torture me,
For that is what you and your beauty
Did, if not intentionally—
Well, that’s how my slavery
Seemed, as if you knew all you are to be
The one thing capable of enslaving me,
And your beauty still does, because dreaming of it
Is now my routine and habit,
Your mind the one mind I cannot escape,
Since the philosophy of love became the world I made.
They say one’s own mind should not invade
One’s own mind, but that’s what we do,
As we try to decipher the false from the true
Hopelessly. In the meantime, my hope?
To feel your love tugging on my rope.
