Ensnared

A poem about a brief encounter.

I set my snare with delicate precision, 

picking and choosing the most decadent parts of me to display.

I wanted to keep you away from the rot, to keep you safe.

You wandered in, uncertain, and I tried to hold you close.

Oh, just for a moment, I had you.

I'd caught you, quick, captive!

And it was glorious.

But now I must let you go.

And I have.