freedom was my
marriage bed.
even as a child
love rang in the calls
of wild horses
not in the slow march
of aisle bells.
that was the promise
you’d never cage me.
you knew what
I was
a creature untamed.
for me, love and freedom’s
name have always been
one and the same
a clear, sustained note
on an early spring morning.
love was expected to be
a playful chase
on new dewed grass
a back and forth
touch and run
giggle
grapple
tumble
a tangle of arms and
legs and breath and
mouths.
never did I expect
to be chasing you.
never did I expect
you’d be so hard to
catch.
when did you stop
running after me?
what was the
moment
I turned around
to find you far behind?
if only I could remember
maybe my tired dusty feet
could retrace
grope for your hand
in the dark
and hold on.