Held Captive

This is another poem from my heart, no different from the rest.

Only this poem is for his lips and eyes only.

As my thoughts continue to orbit around him,

He proceeds to be present in mostly every sense of mine.

I can only touch him through paper.

I see him in a day dream ; his phantom appears in every angle I look at in my life.

The only way to taste him is through the lips of my own.

Only made possible by capturing the quintessence every kiss.

I hear him.

Through anticipation of our body’s collaborations – at least that’s how I describe it.

This beauty of mine has me enclosed between the walls of

Love, Passion, and Desire.

The enemy of confusion.

There is one way to escape, but I have no of fleeing this captivity.

He is the catalyst for this art,  some may call poetry.

In my own words…he is the muse for my visible, literary, emotional thoughts…

-Leighrick