Shadow Play

Everything is beautiful at dawn.  Shadows dance against my cinder block prison, hiding the slave I have become.  The mundane is made to look beautiful, the domestic looks artistic.  Each morning brings hope as I pray for my prince.

Spring Thaw

The frozen edge of your love scrapes my skin.  I lick it, knowing my tongue will freeze to you. Immobilized, helpless, and at your mercy, I wait for the spring thaw, and hope for new growth.