Her eyes own me

Her eyes own me­
that small smile ignites me
even the way she sits excites me

one hand held up as if a scepter or wand kept those fingers busy

busy as I wanted them to be in my hair
on my chest
down my stomach
down and
down

She owns me

I have given myself over to her
without being aware of her asking

Michael Griffith began writing poetry to help his mind and spirit become healthy as his body recovered from a life-changing injury. His works have recently appeared both online and in print in The Good Men Project, Ariel Chart, Stanzic Stylings, Degenerate Literature, NY Literary Magazine, and Wild Words. He teaches and resides near Princeton, NJ.