Possession

Possession is the very soul of love;
we promise ‘I am yours’ and ‘you are mine’.
Our passions know that freedom’s not enough
and hearts beat fastest when they are confined.
I stand beneath your window calling up.
I shout and scream but you do not appear.
Are you afraid that you may fall in love
or are your walls so thick you cannot hear?
If I could own you for one holy hour
and, for that hour, could give myself in turn,
I’d rip your heart and all its raging power,
ignite our fucking hearts and let them burn
for as we burn, our sweetest selves unfurl.
I’d rather own you once than own this world.