Poetry

I deeply treaded into your trap
and when I was in it
I did not want to escape and could not
as your arms were around me
and your lips were upon mine
and it was dangerous territory
were shots at times were fired
 
and words at times left holes like bullets.
On the borderline somewhere between love and hate,
we found each other as those that are wounded
and we could talk for hours
 
where in the long grass we did take cover
and at times we stood in the shadows of trees
to rest for moments, to hide in each other,
to look at the bright great white moon
 
and while enemies, lions
and female tigers were sneaking past
we tried to hide further from the barrage of fire,
from bouncing bullets of the good intentions of others
and we fled through an overflowing river
and almost drowned in it
 
and now that your arms are around me
I have nowhere to go and I am missing
in your love, your humanity and your body.