Hope arrived unexpectedly
disembarked at my front door
suitcase in hand, gleam in her eye,
mischievous smile upon her lips.
She slipped past me at the threshold,
captured my attention with casual contact,
cast a come hither look over her shoulder
as she slinked up the stairway.
Upon my bed, she flung her luggage
opened wide, for me to see the memories
she had brought with her; subtle silks,
sexy satins, gaudy scarves to capture me.
I tumbled to her intentions, allowed myself
to become enrapt, (ahh, no I was more
than willing), a prisoner of my past grasping
for a future to hold on to.
I was bound by her initiative, strapped
down, made to see a life from her perspective,
riding hard and high upon passion's crest,
overflowing with waves of contentment
only to awaken, find Hope had dismounted,
packed her bag with all and sundry,
moved on to the next lost soul
leaving me tied to the present.