29 Poem by RIC BASTASA

you have nowhere to go
your heart is trapped
locked in the gates of her cares,
your eyes are covered
by the gentleness of her gaze,
you are now caught in the truth of her love
you hands bound by her desires
your lips lost in her sweetness,
now you dwell in your weaknesses,
now you surrender to her longings
you now belong entirely to her,

with nowhere to go
you are doomed
to die in her bosom
as her chattel
her prized possession
her love mind you
has turned you
into a thing, a property

but you did not mind
your heart is made of wood
that which was real at first
was already taken
and this one does not matter
anymore any longer
there is no beating.