Imprisoned

by Michael Keeling

there is no light
save the sparkle in you eyes

damp walls
are tear-stained cheeks

iron bars
the fingers of oppression

cold
is the floor of anxiety

in sleeping
I see your face

in waking
I feel the silk of your thighs

etched
are the days

sanity
is the countdown to release

and the melt
of your embrace

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