Infatuated State


Let me be the treasure in your eyes
The object of which you wish to espy
For now, let us love, heedlessly in lies
Before all facades recede, by-and-by.

This glimmer of gold is but the dust of dreams
The beguiling hope of a universe star-seamed
Of your own promise thrust in me
The caged thing which will be set free.

And again you’ll know I was but Pandora’s box
For a while, you the key and I the lock.