I Am She!

I Am She!

By Connie James

I am she
That captive bird in my golden cage
swaying in the breeze
Stale the air that I breath choaking life
Beneath my blue skies
Taking me far and wide being
Carried in the wind.
I'm the wind beneath his sails and
Of his words, I dream
Skimming the waves ecstatically
Tormenting me
Filling my heart, with wondrous yearnings.
To touch to kiss, to feel!
You cannot disguise the look in your eyes.
What's happening with you,
Where did you get to?
Your phrases confounding me your words
Having me begging.
Painting me with your eyes assiduously
Like a trapped bird that cannot fly
Fluttering my heart.
Missing your arms enfolding me.
In the ambiguity of being free
Taking to my wings and fly
Into the thermal winds.
You're the winds beneath my sails
The air I breathe
And the way I undulate
Beneath my skin.
The dreams I've dreamed,
Rivers rippling through me
Carried away, tempestuously by the breeze.
His words filling my senses
With longings of yesteryear,
Phrases I want to hear yearnings of love 
To touch to kiss your lips
Conditioning my Mind, in ways possible
I thought not.
But there again finding myself a captivated
Bird, unable to fly.
Beyond the clouds peeking the skies
The scent of, he inebriating me
Like a fine wine
His words filling my Mind
With pink dreams
To have to hold, touch to kiss
To be free!
To fly!