He had me in the palm of his hand
So I could not slip through his fingers
Or drip down his body and evaporate.
Thus, I was suspended in a state
of learned helplessness
Imprisoned by his kiss.
But a transformation began
My resolve hardened, and particles
Of my being sifted like sand
Through his unsuspecting follicles.
I no longer seek to understand
Why I was a prisoner to his hands
Why my body succumbed to his every whim
My thoughts are focused solely on survival
on the nights that I remember him.