Captives

She stares out through the little window
On her jail cell's metal door, imprisoned.
What she cannot see is how she's also
Captured me. From where she is, she
Cannot speak, and I, ostensibly unshackled,
Cannot move. I strain to hear. My eyes
Can't wander from that window and the
Somber face within, so pale and precious
As the moon, and, thus, a heartless
Magistrate has sentenced both of us
At once to see each other but not speak,
To be together, never touching, to be
Lovers whose love, likewise, sits
Apart from us inside a cell.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-12-02 at 23:50

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