Restricted.

Restricted.

A Poem by poetic-raven2012

Forbidden pleasures,
As the sweet humidity washes over me,
As the calm releif drenches me,
The mute colors soothe my soul
The brightness is not yet blinding,
The moonlight no longer blinding,
All forbidden pleasures though.
Retreat back to my box?
I think not so.
I sit in awe of the silence,
Save for the sweet cries of birds.
I glance fleetingly about,
Alert for any signs of life to give away
My obvious, yet secret hiding place.
As the wind teases thus,
And the green melds with blue,
I sit in awe,
Of the forbidden pleasures,
Restricted by you.

 

(6:06am, Saturday, August, 1, 2008)

© 2009 poetic-raven2012


Author's Note

poetic-raven2012
I couldn't sleep, and even though I'm not allowed out until 7am, I snuck out the back door with my notebook and went and wrote on out back in the courtyard on the bench during sunrise. (I live in an apartment complex, hence the "courtyard."
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