She's calling me to let her out
as if I could contain her
or bind her in a lover’s leer
to tether or restrain her.
Her cadence sounds through every wall
and haunts the hollows of my hall
with hope attending every call;
inferring when I feign her.
She's calling me to let her out
immune to my incursion;
She lulls a houri maiden-song
and satires its perversion
As caustic whisperers impede
my probity of every need,
otiose vows now bite and bleed
naive to her aversion
She calls and cries and now it's clear
how deep her heart is weighted
white words berate old lovers faint
She yearns un-satiated
Resolve and valor in reserve
She reaps the past then reigns her nerve
And waits and wants and may deserve
More love than she's been fated
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