The Prisoner

clouds play away the day never once stopping to consider rain light shimmers aslant brilliant through the bedroom window glowing gold upon her naked flesh a tender hand lifts to trace the insurgent that breathes rhythmically at her side she calls upon the wind to guide their love where it cannot die brilliant eyes dust through the constellations as he claims his prize against the rapid beating of her pulse Here is my love unfound fear not the call upon the wind forever circular forever boundless forever clear