Subjugation of the Heart

In the cover of night your eyes laid siege. 

Twin cressets, oxidized copper,

Led the triumphal procession.

At the drop of a gaze

You rallied your hand to seize my cheek,

And held my breath captive.

With one finger tipped ascension, 

Subdued lips mimicked 

My defenses ajar.

Your hands never felt so warm.