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Captive


Love is not always that gentle sunshine or
the pleasant perfume of a well nourished flower garden.
Sometimes love is a heavy weight in the heart,
then it's a cold hand at your throat.
Love is the throbbing muscles of a bowman's arms some days,
sentenced to pull at an equipment bereft of a projectile.
Everyone knows this, right?
'Okay, you are not going to fall into this girl's charms',
was what I told myself when when we met.
'You mustn't because she's a blaze,
a boisterous, persistent fire and you, you don't need all that'.
No way you could know this but
things changed the day we made that play on stage,
you the nurse and I the lecherous old doctor.
That day I bought into a fantasy. 

I will be the one to loose your braids,
massage your feet when you are sore
and support your dreams.
All your whims will I diligently indulge.
To me, you will never be silly, I will carry you like egg.
I am your cocoon.
When it comes to it, my anger will burn cities down to protect you.
Oh you like bad boys? I will be gangster for you,
a big bad man and then your good man.
I am the warrior prince consort,
you the queen. 

It is not that I dread rejection, that is something I am used to.
People say I am rather hotheaded and
somewhat too optimistic and that is
why my life is a collection of mistakes.
Look, I adore the sea, its vastness,
the knowledge that it holds so much life within its depth,
all the mysteries stored in its watery bottom,
the blue-white mirror face of it.
And for all these reasons I fear it.
There is probably a seven percent chance that you will say yes.
Good odds considering...
I should just close my eyes,
ask you to let me love you like you never dreamed.
I won't because should you be crazy enough
on that day to acquiesce, I will not survive it.
The shock will kill me. 

Art Credit: Roy Tabora, Symphony of the Sea.
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