A SONG TO BE SET FREE

You were as beautiful
as the purple shirt you wore.
A little girl playing in the tall grass
who grew into a woman
the same as that little girl.

A melody inside a wire-cage of skin.
A song to be set free
but you never could get out
so you ran.

That wire cage clinking behind you
and beneath you
and in front of you.

No boy could ever truly kiss you
through it,
but you managed to get part of one into it
for your pleasure
and your love.
And later you got more men through.
But none could stay
because none could stand the cage.

So you continued your life
with outbursts
and outstretched arms
on occasion,
and occasionally met a man
as full of sunshine and passion as you
such that he didn't even see the cage.
And your heat, when together,
       melted mountains
until the two of you
       lay panting
in the middle of
       the night
with the silence and the sweat
and the emptiness
of the no noises
after everything is
burned away.

And after the heat was gone,
you were ready
to go back to
wandering the world
at-large.
But before you did,
you lay your hand
upon his chest,
for a few heartbeats,
and rested there
in that eternity
for moments as long
as years.
Treasuring the moments
that you could not reproduce
and that you would not want to reproduce
because for you,
and for your version of life,
life was "real".
With all of its sadness
and happiness
and tears.
And the way that you lived your life was that way:
Honestly, sincerely, exigently.
A life that was real.
in the moments,
and also in the memories.

Copyright Š2018 Ashi Shadow - 7/14/18 on Angie Wright.
Originally written to be read without title read first.
It originally ended with the second "A life that was real."
I then added more.
The lines "With all of its sadness / and happiness /and tears." also the lines "in the moments, / and also in the memories." were added later than first write.