Tribute To My Love and My Captor

Tribute To My Love and My Captor

By Devon Coupland

I see glimpses of you when I'm outside on my porch,
I feel your eyes watching me when I listen to songs,
But when I try and touch you, I get burnt, I get scorched,
Yet in my hands is where you belong.

I chase and chase you, never seeming to catch you.
In fact often it is you, that hunts successfully,
And I one of a the chosen few,
Of whom you make love to relentlessly.

I know there are others,
For you can never be satisfied by one,
So you visit many of my sisters and brothers,
And go, go as they might, none fast enough can run.

You're in the eye of the carpenter,
You're in the heart of the poet,
You're in the hands of the sculptor,
And all their fame, to you they owe it.