Island of Dreams
Caged Fire
I always had my way, as you had yours;
Each to the other courteous but firm,
Interpreters of verdicts, codes and laws,
Of jurisdiction, penalty and term,
Softening confrontation where we could˜
Our love no less for that and no less rash
Than vulgar fires of paraffin and wood
That blaze a while and then subside to ash.
A widened eye served notice of dissent;
A slight embrace, apology in full;
A short 'Good night' to signal discontent;
Our bed the only site of push and pull.
The world misunderstood such lack of show:
Serenity without - caged fire below.
April, 2006
