LOVE

What is this Love?
With its syrupy, clinging barbs
Of compromise and responsibility
How quickly its sinews grow over me
Like a fisherman's web woven from
Speculation and idolatry
Its matrix slices into my resistance
Grabbing me, holding me close
Captive, smothering me with intimacy
And the promise of certain suffocation
All at once I need it more than
Life itself, and I'm a trembling
Addict. Tame, ready to die for
my captor, helpless, bound by Love's
Intoxicants forever, prostrate, enslaved
By my own free will, oblivious of my
Surrender, ready to do it all again
For love