Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Falcons need to fly

As you denied your touch
and pulled your hand
away from me,
I felt a better grip
on my wings.
I do not dwindle on the
face of desire anymore
I never knew passion
in its freedom-glow
Till the pangs of desire
spent itself on me
Shrouding the length of light
and the breadth of air.

Am better being myself.

Now whenever I will
take your hand to perch
or walk the road
I will grip it with
more care and support
to rather than just hold.
So are partnerships
and relationships bettered
when the tyrannous love
seeks to equal
a brimming passion
with un-quenched hatred
for a flight.

~ A

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