Prison

I am trapped. Condemned by your absence.

The world turns into

                                                     cell,

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.

You depart,

                     A door slams,

Before the echo fades, I plan my escape.