to miss. Dickinson

Written by: orphani ..........o

Confined your body, a
                   window seat in glass.
passion with folded hands allowed the world a glimpse
inside--

demanding obediance formed  in
glass;
flows into molds inescapable,
but in words.

parlors of conventional reason.
a slow ticking clock and porcelan cup.
passions restrained crawling;
the watchful eye - your heart.

a kiss to see your eyes flash:
a tea cup falling;
the freedom of a possibility......
we escape

This poem is a draft yet to be completed. It needs a deeper study