Response to Zula

My favorite poet I know from Second Life. Her work adorns my home at the Chelsea for a reason.

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Some say love is a burning thing
It burns my bowels
It makes my senses sing
I can feel you close, I can smell you
Your feathery plumes smoldering

Some say love is a cage
And I say that’s true
And I am willingly bound by you
Caged, when there is no restraint
Tigress caught, in my war paint

Lose yourself, find yourself caged
Treetop moons, surf at dusk, dramas staged
By lovers kissing on benches
Goose bumps up my spine, arms’ grasps, thighs’ clenches
Some say love is like a cold shadow in a moonlit night
And it is, they tell me, a fiery ring
Dance with me in the licks of yellowish light
Make me swing slowly around you, tied to you, to you I cling

Love, they tell me, is a caging thing
Love me through iron bars, cease the fight
Run the desert my love, run…

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About June Faramore

Writer of fantasy, mainstream, and young adult fiction. Poet and sketcher. Mother. I read a lot and love cheese. Guitar playing singer-songwriter. I also enjoy stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk. View all posts by June Faramore

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