The Cage

She sits in her glass cage
Smiling at me
Wanting to touch me, and be touched
Wanting to hold me, and be held
As minutes become months, her smile wanes
Wanting becomes yearning becomes longing
Banging on the glass of her prsion, she screams
“Let me in!”
And finally I see
It is not she who is caged

-BNS, 7/6/1997

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