#PoemNo4

#PoemNo4
Flying spirits
roaming…
caged hearts
beating furiously
in broken rib-cages.
Souls opened
wide soaking
up the sun
My naked vulnerability
shies away from
you.
Twisting,
turning,
winding,
unwinding,
like a broken clock
breaking, mending,
Unraveling- I’m bound
by you.
Our souls are made of
stardust exploding
in the sky.
Crashing, falling,
colliding,
collapsing.
With you
I’m a living but
breathless paradox.
-j.r.m© 2016

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