Anya Three

Am asked to ferment desire, a place without windows, surrounded by tyres, I descend by mountain mule, to warm my toes, still, play the fool, a young woman without child, love free to bestow, it's been a while, the cabin is smoky blue, my smiles don’t follow, what our ancestors refused, hope sings on midnight wires, more to life than show, the long road to paradise, I trace my arms for sinews, chance to get to know; the sweet smell of perfume, it’s in my dancing fire, won't hurt you with my no, just to bring in line, all my joys and sorrow.