Trapped by foolish love I followed

every curve,    a funnel that poured into you

and took me with it.       Old enough

responsible enough

foolish enough for the luring.

As iron filings make sense of a magnet

you drew a pattern in my heart

a new arrangement         and I in my foolish love

chose your design           your being

your smell                        your taint

an uncertain future

 

and suffered the rhyme of no reason.