Written in 1996 and published in The California City Post. I see your every move Your slow creeping Your nearness Approaching subtly. I see the net you weave With eagerness With innocent-sounding Flattering speech. I see the cage, The lock, the lure But spellbound I cannot run. You seek to capture Not only my body, Not my mind Nor possessions I own. Slowly, deftly, You know you will win The capture of My very heart.