Entangled I remain in you, my petals ever so wanton with color.
My fragrance is unleashed,
even as I gasp to breathe within you.
Freedom is for the few and the brave they say.
I am not them.
I have found unbridled joy in this boundless imprisonment.
When my mind is in drunken stupor,
and my body is no longer my own and yet,
my soul roams wild, untamed and free …
(PL – April 2014)
( a few stray flowers from a bouquet and a soft wire mesh can sometimes lend themselves to a few stray thoughts, after all the vases are neatly arranged and put away)