INTRICACY

Who has crippled the wings of this sphinx? Claws are broken and bleeding, Now unable to deal out my devestation.   You have not answered this riddle, But given me one of your own. I have no answers for what I see, Nor any for what I feel, Unable to explain myself anymore.   I have become mercury, No longer having any shape Fused to you and lost within. Cupid has stolen my winged sandles, Giving them to Psyche and I am unable to flee.   A struggling captive, Finding agony in that which is too much desired Fingers clasping to what is painful, Chilled, in a cold death grip.   I must let go.... you are destroying me.   But how can I resist your gaze, Narcissus?