It doesn't have a net, or a catcher's mitt.
No restriction of string to my skin, or the caress of old worn leather.
It has no hands, and no pockets.
No grasping fingers, or conforming cloth covering me.
It possesses no mind control over me, and isn't magnetic.
I can't feel any forbidden power controlling me, or any attraction other than to you.
It's not a lake or a pool.
No water to catch my fall, to ease my pain.
Whatever it is, and however it caught me,
I've fallen in it.
6/25/2002
