The Slow Capture

Another oldie; this one was published in 1996, California City Post.

I see your every move

Your slow creeping

Your nearness

Approaching subtly.

 

I see the net you weave

With eagerness

With innocent-sounding

Flattering speech.

 

I see the cage,

The lock, the lure

But, spellbound

I cannot run.

 

You seek to capture

Not my body

Not my mind

Nor possessions I own.

 

Slowly, deftly

You know you will win

The capture of

My very heart. 

Reviews

[Moflo]

I like this piece, its very intense and keeps true to form. I like your descriptions, you go very indepth and seem to strike the heart of your reader. Nice write.