Obsession

You were amazingly beautiful
I loved your attention to the Gods in the trees

Your homage was executed with delicate tenderness
For a time all I could see were the dressings

Today I remain amazed by the narrowness of my gaze

I remain bewildered by the primitiveness of my

Obsession

I discounted so much for the glint of the dazzle
There were the incongruities

Yet I was beguiled by the illusion

I took the bait and swam with it

I knew better

I remain bewildered by the primitiveness of my

Obsession

Today I want to wash your feet

There is part of me that desires them

Yet we both know the perverse in this

It is just that my spirit drips in the water fall

Of passion

I remain bewildered by the primitiveness of my

Obsession