I do not wish to become prey to my captor


A peaceful drive as the sun sets ahead of the car.

I’ve held eyes with something that had encapsulated my attention. 

It unfurled my senses, it chased me away from my fears, and it created an opening that would never encase itself. 

I only wish to look through its eyes and see the world. 

My hands lay bare and untouched by their senses. 

For I am virgin to something of its special splendor; it had a mindset that it drilled in me. 

But, when I try to stretch out for it, it lets me fail and fall into an endless spiral—showing me I truly do need it. 

In the end, I hope it becomes my captor.