Fantasies of Jesse

Written in the bowels of the penal system. Hard, cold and cautious. Images in my heart of my life's love that I haven't had contact with for 6 years my only freedom. FYI, two fires painted.

Here where debts are paid in time.

Her beauty comes to me.

Images given I keep as mine.

The keys that set me free.

I see neither night nor day.

Behind blind walls of stone.

But I can see thru eyes of gray.

The beauty that she owns.

But it's my heart that knows what I desire.

When flesh sees again the sun.

Will love paint times two the fire?

Or will it paint just one.

DKM