The Captor

 
Painting: The Kiss, by Gustav Klimt
Poem: The Captor, by Jenny Taylor Moodie


You've found me,
pried my hands open,
the lines in my palms
told you everything,
every piece of gold sand
in the desert of my footprints,
the whole jagged mirage
that is me.
You smooth my raven head,
pulling feathers
that mark where I've been,
dark pieces of maps
clinging to my wings
to frame behind
a piece of scrubbed glass.