He plays my heart like a flute, every word expressed with such emotion.
He reaches into me and seems to know each crevice in my tired soul..I try to hide, afraid that if I let him in,
he’ll suck the very life out of me and I’ll become transfixed by his verbal gaze.
Resistance is not an option, it’s as futile as a struggle within life’s quicksand.
It doesn’t release, it tightens its grip and pulls you in.
He plays me like a flute and such is his empowerment, that I have, nor want to find, defence against it.
My heart is already stolen, consumed, enveloped and revelling in the ecstatic wonder of it all, as he creates a symphony from my being.