SHAMBLES………….


On the bed of hope. She lay.
Twisting. Turning. Crooning.
Slow erotica.
Unabashed feelings.
Her arms beckon to me. Come.
Her scent. Amorous. Percolates the air.
Crooked smile.
Winning ways.
I fell long before.

Incarcerated here I lie. Love sick fool.
Waiting for someone to cut me loose.
Ropes penetrate my wrists.
Blood runs. Cold.
Time moves. Slow.

Mind and heart locked in discontent.
I adore her. I worship her.
I loathe her so.
All reason perfectly.
I am torn to my soul.

Looking up at the harsh light I find,
My eyes blacked out from reality.
Memories conjure.
Words find a way.
I grow a voice anew.

"Rip off the shackles", I speak.
"Slave I will be no more."
I turn to see what I leave behind.
No.
The heart will ache for it no more.