Wings Unclipped
If
wings
of mad
desire could
hoist ambition, I'd
soar the stratosphere, disciple
of undisciplined behavior & thoughts erotic,
ready to project my modest
self-satisfaction
guaranteed
each well
met
wish.
I
read
old love
letters; bronze
sealing wax stamped and
preserved unrequited passion
as I perused missives, allowing wanton craving
to fill empty chairs & pose in
picture albums sans
amorous
photos
flagged
red.
