Intertwine

The after-burn of lust sees your soul coil around me.
Tunnelling my desperate thoughts up into the sky.
It is a beautiful flowered prison that I daren’t shake free.
A circled decision giving me reasons not to cry.

27/12/202123/12/2021 by Mark Ryan Categories: heaven, love, soulTags: art, circle, coil, flowers, free, freedom, happy, heaven, love, lust, poem, Poetry, prison, sky, soul 2 Comments