All these long years later
She still rattles my cage,
Grinning at me through the bars
Her lips parted so
I can’t tell if she means well or not,
Or which of us is inside the cage
And which is out,
A cage I see reflected back
In her deep gaze,
Her long fingers
Firmly gripping
The grid between us,
Neither of us too safe,
Neither sure which one of us
Is in control,
Leaning closer,
Her lips close enough to kiss,
Yet too close to trust,
I feel the warmth of her breath,
Against my face,
As I press my forehead
Against the bars.
Does she flinch?
Do her long fingers shake?
Why is she even here,
Looking at me,
Certainly not to set me free,
This cage of my own making,
Created to keep safe
What both of us know
We hide inside.
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