Is It? Poem by Gordon D Wilkinson

Totally, I am lost
Falling weightless
Am I me?
Maybe a mere extension of you
Heady with the scent of love
Driving towards insanity
Intoxicated by beauty
Captured with that glowing smile
Quivering made of rubber, after each kiss
Totally engulfed
Every touch tingles
Tiny shots of electricity arc
Flashing bright
Is this love?
Just the thought of hearing your voice
Sends sparks numbing the brain
Made into a living mannequin
Committed to my own asylum
Manacled by loves invisible chains
Infatuation clouded in a cloak
Tightly held in the gossamer threads
Bound in this web
No self-control
Reciprocation of feelings, be called love
Oh lady fair
Release this poor fool
Set free its soul
Not to wander in pointless circles
To have thoughts of its own
No more a captured plaything
Not a distraction to use
An equal
A friend
A lover