The Prisoner

The Prisoner

I have tried to leave you
but you hold me down
under the weight of your
breast and thighs.
I try to function 
even for a day without you.
but I am addicted
you are my drug of choice.
it should be so easy
to leave just pass 
through a door.
I feel you pull my tie
like a dog's leash.
you pull me to your
body where I worship
at its altar for one more time.
perhaps if I did not look 
into your ice blue eyes.
or 
drain my needs and wants
into your softness.
Perhaps if I did not love you
quiet as much as I do.
I could leave you