Unlaced

Warm arms in the cold of winter

Snuck from the heart of darkness to surround me,

The pen dies in the moment you enter

To make way for all the poems to be,

They say all warmness comes surely with a smile,

Well, it’s not untrue, but it has been a while

Since the devil had felt warm and smiled not kindly,

But cunningly as the fire wraps me gently,

And then your heart was pounding against mine

As you said ‘’let me take you beyond that line

Of sanity and care

and consequences unfair’’

Love, your logic is flawed but not your heart,

No, your heart is well set to play its part

In the theatre of my willful submission,

This is not the time for curtseys and permissions,

Unlace me, cut every cord and every wire

That has kept me away from your desire,

Tonight I am not a poet, there will be no rhyme,

No schemes or sighs, there’ll be no death and no time

Tonight I’m just a girl looking upon the cold dawn

Of womanhood from the warmth of a man drawn,

Say no more prayers, plea on your knees no more,

The air can hear you, and I want to be the only one

To hear your passion, love, riding high with the sun,

After all, isn’t that what we’re here for?