Beauty trapped

Bind my heart, break my bones.
Sneak in when the lights are off.
When my guard is down.
Snap my soul and slip inside.
Overwhelm and consume me like heroin.
The addict in me pulls you near.
Breathe me in, suck me out.
Spun up in your mind like a crystal chandelier.
Precarious precious beauty.
Your hands on my innocence.
Pulling me down, knocking me over.
Teaching me how to fly.

20/04/202117/04/2021 by Mark Ryan Categories: beauty, sex, trappedTags: addict, beauty, bird, crystal, drugs, fly, glass, heart, heroin, kiss, love, poem, Poetry, precious, sex, treasure 4 Comments