Imprisoning myself

with a man going wrong

whose younger name

once meant a love

that opened doors

to the intimate places

between heart and soul

 

how youthfully naive

to have thought

loving him

could bear promises

beyond all other promises.

 

When will other lovers

full of song and flight

release these caged desires

revive my dying wings

and guide me to their heaven?

 

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© Patricia Wilde Wednesday 6th May 2015