hooks

tentacles
groping
not for you
but for the me
I've forgotten,
baits
to catch
not you,
but wishes
to feed
the longing
of my soul,
hooks
to hang
not from you,
but to hang up
the cloaks
I wear
with others,

the hooks you see and feel
are my hands, my heart
longing to touch and feel
the You beyond you.
and the Me beyond me.