Wandering & Wondering

Let’s pretend I am a poet Could I kidnap you?
Take you to my house and laugh limmericks onto your lips,
hum haikus in your hair,
sing sonnets against your skin,
while I embrace you with my expressions
Vanish your vexations with my voice
and soothe your spirit with simplicity
Would you let me kidnap you?
and together we can travel on galatic rays of bouncing atoms as we discover the meaning of “kama”
(and maybe on the next go-round “sutra”
Let me kidnap you.