by Adam Sifre
I am trapped. Condemned by your absence.
The world turns into
when you depart.
I wander in solitary, with only brooding thoughts (my guards).
Always, I plan my escape. Knowing I will break out of here, and
find my way to you again;
my brief parole, pardon granted by the touch of your lips.
Then there is release, and all walls fall away for a time.
Unfettered, your willing captive;
You smile, and I soar,
You touch, and I hum.
A door slams,
Before the echo fades, I plan my escape.