Padded Door

Twisted fate inside the cross
tip me over and pour me out
feel my passion
pride and joy
speak to you and carress
your
fixation
but wait

rain drops convince me that maybe I should just wait for the
padded walls and red circles to
BECOME
my world without music and flowers

Alas

You fill my thoughts even as I lie now
head to side pen in hand
blinded by the burning white obsidian
following the words floating off the

PAGE

mand out of my vision as I try to catch my shaddow
in the early morning lightning storm and thundering beats
magical blood and milky cocoa
forgotten pain as I think

of the last time we touched
soft and calm
skin on skin
heart to heart beat
in my padded cell no more