Do not run to him. He won’t set you free.
His arms don’t promise release, his lips aren’t
Telling you truths. He beguiles, can’t you see
His wreath of lies on a closed door, you can’t
Go through, you won’t come back my love
Would follow, but you would go beyond
My words, my eyes, my soothing touch and you
Could not be free, nor could I, binding bond
Will batter my heart, twist, squeeze, choke through
The hinge, frame, keyhole, send tender shoots of
Mute desperation, then coaxing sap, sop
That speak of trips laughing on the beach, of
The tale of life unlived, brutal full stopp’d.
Do not run to him. He won’t set you free.
Stay ‘til I grow old. You belong with me.