My hands, my fists, caught in yours.
You are my horizon, my sun rises in your eyes,
I am not afraid of the long night in your arms.
As a bird fighting the confines of its cage
my heart had bruised. You have set me free.
I fly to your lure; you hold my jesses
and hood my eyes. In this quiet darkness
I am yours.
How do I find myself kneeling at your feet,
My head in your lap, your hands tangled in my hair?
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