Who is this, this
Person, of mystery
Disguised interloper, masqueraded image
Of someone I won’t get.
Get, like a cold wind, snapping branches,
Or back into reality.
To a place with no prisoners,
earthly and manly,
Like a dew set meadow,
A perfumed flowery scent,
bestowed from a rose
A diamond, lit night sky,
Just for me.
and
A planned forbearance into my life,
A striking down of me, for advantage.
And status, and everything else I noticed,
About you.
Stranger of a man,
I already know.
I should get you,
One more time.
Because to leave means
Well,
I am not ready for that.
Press into me, yourself,
I will escape even further.
As you entrap yourself in me.
I won’t escape into you.
So welcome to me, stranger
Make yourself at home,
Feel free,
freer.
Don’t hold on,
I too will pass.
As you and this already have.