The Taste of Captivity

I have never written anything
till now—
where you are absent.

I have never given shelter
to any feeling—
untouched by you.

I have never spoken
a single word—
that wasn't present at our love's meeting.

I never lose myself
in any dream
where you don't exist.

I make no confession
that doesn't carry
the fragrance of your body.

I am prisoner to no longing—
that doesn't hold
your love within it.