Chamber

The tendrils of you have wrapped around my soul,

Locking me within inextricable threads of desire.

Each laugh and smile and word and gesture

Imprint themselves upon the walls that face inward.

Even less-than-pleasant memories of you are worth replaying

Just to imagine hearing your voice echo in this chamber

Or to imagine your eyes and lips placed perfectly on your face.

A courageous man would demand his release from such a prison.

A strong man would bull through the chains and bars.

A wise man would learn to thrive within this cell,

But the fool cries out for more.

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This blog is updated by a guy who’s overweight, silly, Liberal, spiritual rather than religious, infatuated with beauty and grace, musically blessed, and always changing.

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