Poem

 

 A birth of tar and fire

Black sunrise waking after the moon.

Tortured poet lover bond to your cocoon

Words are twisted strong and tight

Haiku, sonnet and couplet dance around the free form rant.

Outside the thread you hear a chant

The winged mistress flies from cup to cup

Chanting freedom, freedom

You wiggle beneath your silken words

Unable to fly.

Your just a worm.

She sings you cry

Unable to see her face

Or the wind made by her skin.