Curled up in a state of grace
convoluted life lived at pace
torn asunder by each side
as differing lifestyles then collide.
She wanted as a concubine
but her esteem and her pride
cried out for so much more
but laid here no prostrate on the floor
she wondered if this was the truth
she felt him to be aloof
but the draw to him was strong
but had no desire to be the other woman.
Meanwhile other of more grace
offered her favors that were great
to be put on a pedestal
to be loved, adored and idol.
But this to did she really want
for they were just fulfilling their wants
what about what she needed
no of them ever heeded
her desires and her wishes
to be unconstrained and owned by none
she just wanted love intensely
cared for and held immensely
but then allowed to fly free
given room to move and breathe
without restrictions or control
all attachment to be absolved.
was this being selfish to want so much
to truly feel that she is loved
for just being who she is
rather than for being a plaything,
for those other male egos
who wanted her to clip her wings
to put her in a jeweled cage
put out there on display.
love me she thought like a butterfly
admired as I pass you by
stopping when the time is right
but at other times continue her flight
flitting to where nourishment lies
savoring the nectar of life
living wild and living free
just how living and loving was supposed to be.
fauxcroft 
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