Can’t Help Myself

This is the first poem in a trilogy that  I have dedicated to the poet John Donne.

Bonded by oxytocin
focused by fixed eyes
seen through closed doors
provoked by perpetual thoughts
thrilled by the mundane
frustrated by absence
denied autonomy
lost authority
sweet slavery
where trust is a must.

If you don’t recognize this—
you haven’t been there.

I have passed beyond boundaries.