This princess life

I want to dream
in dreamless color;
with thoughts of you
and not one other.

Writhing on sheets
of beaten gold,
this princess life
gets fucking old.

Endless expansion of captivity,
I hate this inactivity.
Held hostage by desire
that began in my mind;
imprisoned by a womb
that’s been soaked in brine.

So what would it take
to touch your heart?
To make you mine,
and make me thine?


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