A Cage To Hold My Dreams
The Thought Of You
I'd sooner have the thought of you
sitting quietly in my heart
than have any of my wild, erotic
dreams brought noisily to life.
I'd sooner have the smell of you
in and out my nostrils
than the scent or roses or
pine-nuts or newly-baked bread.
I'd sooner have the memory of you
keeping me prisoner
than the freedom of the wind
to scatter leaves
and melt the snow.
