she would dream of savagery
but never dare to set shod foot outside her door
wanting dancing with demons amongst the dust
with a darker desert race in lust with love
stuck hiding behind her mothers apron strings
& I was but a brute to tell her this straight truth
her wit & wisdom were not mine to compare
she had read watched devoured each morsel
knowing her real life place was to be out there
while I watched waited urged her to prepare
alas alack her visits were never meant to be
instead she married the brave brawn witty postie
as a traveller telling bold tales of other lives was he
could keep her in the manner accustomed
indoors
neilbenbow 