Captive by Lisa Zaran
here is the hope i have for us.
to plough a piece of aching dawn.
to drop my heart into your arms.
some call it captivity, this love
that hurries across our chests
and plays drunk with our minds.
you wander across mine like a survivor.
the landscape screams with utility
and the sunlight drowns us both.
beauty, I have no use for
it’s your hand I tug, your breath
i crave. forgive me if i squint
at the sky and find it flawed.
when i look at you i see
perfection.
Lisa Zaran is an American poet, essayist, occasional interviewer and the author of six collections. Her first book, the sometimes girl, was recently the focus of a year long translation course in Germany. She is the founder and editor of Contemporary American Voices, an online journal of poetry, which has now been approved to be used as the subject of study for a translation course in Germany.
