Dream Trap
it was always
your fault…
setting dream traps
on the path
where my spirit
goes to play
and I,
ever curious,
always wandering in…
snagged by your sonnets
softly surrendering
secrets of my soul…
covered in the colors
of your canvas confessions
you had left there
to dry…
held by your heart songs
with harmonies hammered
into
submission…
when love looks good on paper
you can’t help but long for more…
it was never
your fault…