Tangled Up Poem by Loraine Lotter

Cast his spell on me,
like I want him to.
He knows I need to see
what this love can do.
He’s got me in his grip,
just the way I like,
and they say it won’t last
until the end of the night.

Can he feel the blood
rushing to his head
when he watches me upturned
from the side of my bed?
He’s got me tangled up
inside this heated bind.
But I don’t want to let go
almost half of the time.

Call it recklessness
or call me blind.
He’s a rebel with a side smile
that calls himself mine.
He’s got me captivated,
throws me a daring glance,
‘cause the moon is going down
and we’re still hanging on.