It lulls and lingers
in the yellow
mellow caress of fingers
intertwined
in the extended passing
of a once sublime
reflection of love.
A marionette leeched of ardor,
a mannequin pilfered of fervor.
How, then,
does a desiccated heart
become sanguine again?
Unlatch please.
Cut my strings,
set me free.
Let me learn
how to be me.
