Captivated
His
eyes
held me
captive
~
from
the very
first
stare;
~
A
presence
~
A
power
~
Quelling
all
mortal
fear;
~
I
hungered
to
touch
~
his strong
noble
soul;
~
Delight
and
devour
~
Relinquish
control;
~
“But there’s
so much
at
stake”
~
I
heard
a
voice
say,
~
“He is not
of
your
kind,
~
there
are
boundaries
at
play.”
~
In
that
one final
moment
~
Our
eyes
locked
in
embrace
~
Knowing
~
we
would
meet once
again
…
A
new
time
~
A
new
place.
~
© Robyn Lee
THROUGH THE HEALING LENS 