Dee
Guest Poet
One dance.
I’ve become drunk to your touch.
Driven to your allure.
Yet you push everyone away.
It’s your fabricated mystery.
You play aloof for protection.
It’s easier to leave rather than stand your ground.
I understand that.
You’re not at home here.
Caged and afraid.
Go out and satisfy your wanderlust.
Don’t let material constraints deprive you.
You dreamt of a sun kissed land and endless waters.
I’m glad you found your peace.
Just promise me one thing.
Remember me.
