captive bird

a poet lives in my heart

caged

well-fed

not well-tended

 

a poet lives in my heart

her song fills my spirit

gives me wings to fly

yet grounded

I remain

 

a poet lives in my heart

desperate

yet content

warm hands

lips pressed to my soul

 

a poet lives in my heart

and the moment I set her free

is the moment

I disappear

 

(c) Xaka León 2013

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