the net

if i designed a love from my own list
of features i adore, and all the traits
that reel me in until i can't resist
you would have caught me with your shameless bait.

and i, proverbial fish caught on dry land,
left stunned by your combination of wit
and kindness, only flail under your hand
while you admire my queer scales and sit.

so here i writhe and twist under your spell
caught in this net between heaven and hell.