Menagerie
Oh, menagerie, like the song of the Mockingbirds,
forever changing ripples in pellucid water.
My heart beats, chained and caged, yet as wild as your beasts,
unable to escape this emotional circus,
you the Ring Master and I your sad clown.
As vermilion drops infuse the myriad of ache
within my throbbing tumultuous breast,
my luscious ancestral desire for you
weeps fragrant petals for your silky Frangipani skin.
Then I look in your eyes and see the dark of twilight settle.
01/11/2018
Copyright © James Inman | Year Posted 2018
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