Sweet agony
Eyes following, like a train track
slow but confidently striding, small
pauses, stations I don’t recognize
yet, a place to be discovered, curiosity
desire to be known, aching, gentle
torture, hovering, sneaking into the
streets of my being, but the traffic
signs are clear, painted with dark red
through lashes of a hazy night, as forbidden
wine, one sip could be fatal, but divine
strange, I’m in his cage, while holding
its key; the door can be opened, still
none would be free.....