Friday, September 16, 2011

open doors

the girl you knew
gypsy child you found
wasted on the wayside
who took all her comfort
from the storms she chased
and loved you only
in her backward glances

what happened to her?

the girl you know
has nothing to say
to freedom or to highways
but opens like a door to your touch
and offers up her wrists to bind

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