Freya

Memories of your face, so eager to please, the state of your grace, you recoil at my thunder, my very conceit, a man fixed by number, they call me too late, eager to squeeze, the life where you lay, a path uncluttered, my insides heave, you were never a lover, who goes out one day, while I’m asleep, dreams fall away, it makes you wonder, rings, stones, grave, who splits who asunder, who, I hear you say, can smile easy, just break away, from what’s never released ?