My Misty Captor


Our fingertips touch lightly

As the mist swirls all around.

My hands are slick with dewdrops

And I stumble on the ground.


The misty moisture rips me

From your safe and tender hold

And smoky wetness rises

But its fire is dark and cold.


I see your hair all plastered

By the dampness to your face

And I try to climb through mistiness

To reach your warm embrace.


The misty blindness grips me

In an unforgiving caress.

It binds, it strokes, it smothers,

It battles to possess. 


I can no longer see you,

The mist fulfilled its deed,

By tripping, slipping, binding me

And hiding what I need.


The End

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