She came onto
me like the onset
of winter, gradual
and unnoticeable,
until I was caught
and my heart
was lost in her.
She set into me
and a claim was laid, silently,
that wrested
my control from me. The best
of me was now for her,
ever to be; the sentence mine to incur,
willingly or otherwise.
Ex Tempore XXXVII
M.M. — 14-Jan-2013
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