Trapped

 by Brett Rutherford

     from Meleager, Greek Anthology v.96

To kiss you, Timarion, is to step
in quicksand, or be stuck
like a hapless dove in bird-lime
that terrible glue bird-catchers make
from the bark of the holly tree.

I did not see it coming. Blinded
I was by the fire in your eyes.

Your glance is phoenix-fire,
your touch the tender trap
that will not let me go.