By Tat2dAngel
Date: 27 March 2000
Your 2 am high
In the reflection in Your eyes,
I float above on a ribbon of delicious love, taste titillating
I lean back and surrender to the sound, the feel of it all,
Ride your wave ‘til the fervent fever peaks,
Finally letting go, I sigh, complete.
My hand goes limp
Slipping
swiftly
from
my
sinewy
fingers
I let the ball drop
And our world shatters around us in an explosion
shards scattering everywhere.
You cringe and cry out in agony
But I feel no pain
For....
I am no longer a prisoner in your gilded glass cage
But at last a freebird, soaring on wings of washed silk
dropping sonnets of earnest wisdom, like pearls from my golden beak.
Faith leads me home, comfort His only care.
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