"Untitled"

A world full
of hate and of love
a glove that I can not escape
a hole agape
chaste by silk and of lace
I meditate apon grace
for no release
a heart of fleece and of feathers
I long for
to shield me from this terrible weather
an immaculate embrace
the caress of a kiss
is what most I miss
with arms tightly wrapped around me
to stare in one's eyes
and desolve away time
to step back from this terrible place
without this all
what do I do with this empty space
through a looking glass I do stare
at this ragged blonde hair and I ask myself
where do I go from here?

Wesleyoung. 3-6-2009