Satisfaction Wanderlust
History did not rise
again, haunting each of
our tentative forward
steps - sensitivity
(whispering then) beckoned
to sunlit rooms of your
freedom, limitless;
while the cage descends,
conditional reigns
upon a spirit
desiring but hope...
and in those rooms
of your grace, love,
I live beyond
all living, so
ask me and
I will mold
myself to
the shape
of your
arms
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