A Bond

As lemongrass holds the river’s first shimmer of morning light, you possess
me. Drifting in the marsh, my fingertips dipping in the water, 

like a luminous blue god, 

you have become an idea that I can no longer doubt without proving my devotion. Yes,
you hold me, you hold me, you hold me as wood holds the frame of a house, 

or as iron holds the cables of a bridge. If I were a Buddhist, this possession would send me straight to hell. 

But I am not a Buddhist. I am only a man who holds you,    
or at least the thought of it, which is no difference at all.

George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as the Hazmat ReviewMoria Poetry JournalChronogram JournalAmpersand Literary ReviewThe Angle at St. John Fisher College, and 3:16 Journal. George’s blogs, essays and letters have appeared in USA TodayThe Wall Street JournalThe AtlanticHavana TimesSouth China Morning PostThe Buffalo News, and more. 

See all his poems on Tea House here.

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