You came <br />just when my arms were <br />too weak <br />and I could only <br />speak <br />the cravings <br />of a retiring heart. <br />I tried a mask <br />but you saw through me <br />naked <br />disconcerted. <br />You watched me drop <br />one step <br />at a time <br />but caught me <br />when I was <br />trying to stop. <br />I knew <br />you wanted this fall; <br />you knew <br />how I desired the catch. <br /> <br />You captured me <br />as I did you. <br /> <br />Still <br />there are bruises.<br /><br />Lynne RBC<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/captured-9/
