As the convict studies
His prison’s geography
I study the trappings
Of your body, dear love
For I must someday find
An escape from its snare
– Kamala Das
Prisoner of love. by ~fantasmagoryczny
Feb 142011
I dance entangled with my dear
She pulls my every string
Completely trapped yet never here
When passion colors everything…
May 192010
My love for him is wide.
My soul reached out and chose him.
It holds on even when I want to be free.
When we come together
Apr 142010
Let us go now into the forest.
Trees will pass by your face,
and I will stop and offer you to them,
but they cannot bend down.