You are my post.
The stake in the dungeon
About which I circle.
No freedom.
I understand Bothwell’s dilemma.
Chained like a dog to insanity.

What are you seeking?
Don't you miss the same?
Fragrant soaps and careful looks.
Favorite songs and winding roads.
Memories of the singing birds.
Crisp white linens with lavender.
Cloudy, rainy days with gentle hugs.
Just a time, just a loss.
So simple.
Not so important.
Just a thought.

Love the deep of night;
Moon's full light streaming on the earth;
Guide me in my thoughts;
Pull me in the tide.
Lift me from my sad norm
To happy freedom
Of reckless dancing delight
In Moon's glow.

Keep it behind the the lip.
Not to let it slip.
Share with no one aloud.
Softly scratch it out.
Keep it unsigned.
Make it unclaimed.
Let it drip alone.
Don't own.
Put it out on paper.

Just a step away;
Not quite there, but nearly;
It almost reaches pitch;
So nearly close;
Awfully so;
Carefully pushed.
Not exactly.
Ahh, there you go.
Just so.
Friday.

Separate and apart outside.
Under the glow of part a moon;
He held me tighter;
With part a smile.
Maybe, please without a tease.
‘I love you’
With  night so fresh
with so much youth.
Nature stirs with part a thought.
Outside with part a heart.

Darkness settled;
Loneliness drapes my shoulders;
Wet stings my face;
Sobs shake me deep;
How did it come to this;
Loud crashing nothing;
Flashing temper.
So much, for so little.
Angry showers,
Should make you cower.