breaking my tired heart
That cool you carry up
on your high shoulders
needs to be cracked
open like canyons on fire
My body is a cage that keeps me
from dancing with the one I love.
Your brown eyes must look
out of their cage-tower
That distance was down for
all those other offenders
but not for these green eyes
who never once broke your gaze
My limbs cannot pull out
farther across the canyon's edge
My body is a cage that keeps me
from dancing with the one I love.
Your brown eyes must turn
about face in this young lock
My keys are much too small
for your grown man's heart
My hands too raw to pull—
you must meet me half way
9-16-13
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