Slave (Virgin)

In whom Hope has a reason to exist Even when the body is held hostage Like a slave bound in chains Searching for emancipation In liberty's arms ........ Yet like a slave That was born to a southern cotton farm Freedom lurks as a surreal myth A fabled place only a dream knows Where in-between …

Proposal

I stood there, at my weakest Like a year old toddler Who has no strength in his knees Gazing at you, my maple-eyed angel Parting with a request To linger with me forever........ As you clip your wings And eternally fall to my arms Shed your shimmering halo On the creases of a bed cloth …