Lock and Key
amid the velvet corridors
where shadows cut to pieces dreams
behind safe doors of corduroy
light crack sifts the solid beams
there tucked within one curtained room
you sit recoiled in vacant gloom
surrounded by blue damask walls
you languid lie as sunset falls
as fingers trace rose silken lips
the windows scratched by bare branch whips
and listening to this song of thieves
you fight to find a way to breathe
where wrapped in layers of prickly wool
and imagined dreams of lace and tulle
pretending there what was to be
as you softly weep under lock and key
Poetry by BlueyedSoul
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Written on 2007-02-15 at 03:20
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