Untitled (Love)

it holds you tight

holds you in

showers you with guilt

all about

it grasps you

the more you go

the deeper you are in

the more time

the greater the grip

it encompasses you

engulfs you

swallows you up

doesn’t let you breathe

it makes you think

makes you weak

takes your time

and makes great taste

it’s over there and over here

it’s all around

but never right here

but when inside

deep inside

it holds you

doesn’t allow you to leave

until you go

and wave goodbye

and then

a new one comes along

but, how long?

has it been?

© 1997 David Greg Harth

97.07.21.02:06:00@NYC