Poem: A Portrait in a Prison

It’s in the time-stands-still moments I know you best.
A silken caress, a deep sigh of depression.
Mesmerizing eyes, faintly there.
A portrait in a prison.

It’s in the crush-my-heart moments I know you best.
A stinging grasp, a tormented cry of rage.
Piercing eyes desperately stare.
A dove in a cage.

It’s in the cotton candy moments I know you best.
The melting lips, a joyous gurgle of wonderland.
Sparkling eyes, reaching deeply.
A precious pearl in my hand.

It’s in these moments I’ve come to need you more, I believe.
I push away, I cringe.
I squeeze, I nurture, I breath.

Never would I be a million free birds,
But just one caged with you.
Nor do I dare loose my hands,
For a precious pearl awaits the blue.

Flying, falling, sinking, soaring,
We are yet to find the place to be free.
Cages and prisons and hands be damned.
Holding on I am, tightly for eternity.

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