You're seated somewhere in
The realm of the unnamed
I've tried in jest to plunder you
With phrase; though you're unframed.
You are not a man I'll claim
With meter, phrase and line
The metaphors I'd set aside
You've not allowed to bind
In other ways I'll keep you
When the pen and page will not
My finger tips will bid you stay
When body's all I've brought.
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 12:58 PM UTC
You're seated somewhere in
The realm of the unnamed
I've tried in jest to plunder you
With phrase; though you're unframed.
You are not a man I'll claim
With meter, phrase and line
The metaphors I'd set aside
You've not allowed to bind
In other ways I'll keep you
When the pen and page will not
My finger tips will bid you stay
When body's all I've brought.
