I Am Obsessed ( a loop poem)
I am obsessed, half crazy with this craving,
consumed, bewitched, the all-enslaving
path to my heart glitters with diamond paving.
Your smoky brown eyes, hot, persuading
me to embark on a love affair, braving
disapproval of gossips, who, while gaily waving
secretly whisper that I will need saving.
They are certain our binding will loosen with time,
ropes fraying like an old clothesline
dropping garments into alleys of grime
as if our costumes were guilty of crime,
as if the mountain was not worth the climb.
But forever the bells of love will chime
for an obsession, a craving for love in our prime.
Taken from Andrew Kriedler’s, Uncertainty, July 8th