A Window Of Escape

Old Window


He held you back

The bearded old man: Tradition,
Religion, Virtue and Honor. He smacked his lips
And pointed a gnarled old finger—

At your life. You hated him.
You hated all the old codgers that tried to
Control you. Told you what you can and can’t do.

I want you. The softness of your skin
And the breath of your lips when you kiss me.
Kiss me. Kiss me again and again, my Love—

I will open a fresh-air window for you,
Pull you into my arms
And we will leave their stuffy life behind.

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