witness

i was the witness to your unfolding
you are the one who seduced me
put a spell with your wit
by handing in the permission slip
the canvass of willingness and ripe
you always held on tight
not a breach in our exchange
i was your precious cargo kept near

i was the witness when
you were the thief of my heart
and refused to return it without a prize
hanged your arm over my shoulder
and whispered the sweet nothings
and like an antidote
mutating my mess into
sunshine and spring breeze
powerless to refuse your entry
because i was left with nothing
to prevent you from breaking in

© jacob greb — from lovers’ tiff: a ballad

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