I lay asleep on the lip of a fountain,
Enveloped in the cadence of the night.
Ambushed. In slumbering, contrite
A dream of fingers closed around my ankle —
The sound of his approach veiled by the rustle of the trees.
“Dance with me.” The proclamation of a fall.
Not a request and yet… not quite an order. Tease.
Transfixed, I am unable to resist the call.
Impetuous hand imprisons. Thoughts tangled. Can’t delay
Make my escape… from his hold run away?
The shadow of a kiss, eyes searching for an answer,
Betrayed in my reluctance by a sigh
And in tenacious rave am twined into his lie.
Relentless. Punishing. By fire sealed — mistake.
To pained regrets and daylight I awake.