Once you were a rivulet, cascading
glittered independence, free,
before desire, hormoned, bedsheets
gravity turned you stagnant
skin on skin, entrapped in bogs
of merging tributaries, you are mired
trapped and slandered here,
in the city of loquacious walls you are
fenced in rot, our passion stale,
we gently flow, we’re tethered tight
but trust me dear together
we will reach the froth of sea.
Today I’m one third through NaPoWriMo and prompted by Magaly at toads I took three titles of my own poetry and wrote this short poem. I also link this poem to Poetry Pantry.
April 10, 2016