spirit

caught in the steel trap
no teeth to gnaw myself free.
stuck and bleeding slow.

music knows the soul.
language for millennia.
for the one and all.

the years have etched
hard lines across your handsome face.
as you soldier on.

madness tastes like honey
pulled from a bitter vial.
sweeter to my mind.

my heart knows no bounds
to the depths of life’s sadness.
but the soul has hope.

it’s complicated
the dance between the sexes.
like cats chasing mice.