Conquered

Bruce Springsteen wrote,
"now I'm trapped,"
but he was conquered.

Bruce Springsteen wrote,
"the poets down here don't say nothing at all,
they just stand by and let it all be,"
but they were conquered.

And Rilke wrote,
"don't take my devils away
because my angels may flee too."

And you my dear may conquer me,
steal my soul,
eat my flesh,
take my will and make it one with yours,
steal my eyes,
breathe my breath,
digest the thoughts I think.

I will sleep with my head on your belly,
with your breast on the nape of my neck,
the warmth of your womb
will sink me to sleep.
The softness of skin
will cause me to dream in your dreams.