I was at peace
Floating along
Like a paper boat
In the torrent of life

Until
You exploded
Into my being,

Sweeping me away
Like a postage stamp
In a gale.

The touch
Of your pliant lips
Holding me
In thrall.

Your eyes spinning
A gentle web.

The dulcet notes
Of your voice
Enmeshing me in a collage
Of rhythm.

Your smile
Shackling me
In eternal captivity.

Without you…
Freedom
Is an anathema.

With you
Bondage is
Utopia.