The Steel Box

I wake into the morning of my dreams, swimming loosely from a mislead youth. Oh, how I truly thought of loving, then besieging it as life’s one only truth. Sweet valentines bask in hearts of yore. hungover in a scented lock, gasping in a darkened room, a one-time virgin’s passions, blocked. Holding youthful sorrows precious hopes, preserved in steel to perish never, pried open, lonely, drunken nights, a sacred joy to live forever.