Satisfaction Wanderlust
History did not rise
again, haunting each of
our tentative forward
steps - sensitivity
(whispering then) beckoned
to sunlit rooms of your
freedom, limitless;
while the cage descends,
conditional reigns
upon a spirit
desiring but hope...
and in those rooms
of your grace, love,
I live beyond
all living, so
ask me and
I will mold
myself to
the shape
of your
arms
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
