When The Caged Bird Is Set Free Poem by Shirley Harrison

If love was really lust and lust was really love

what type of love would you like to have?

gosh, have I confused you?

often I sit and imagine

for a moment that love wasn't so dark and painful?

and lust, lust would be long lasting

surrounded by the safety of honest and open arms

acceptance and encouragement

candle light and cherished moments

and an obscene amount of sweet kisses

with butterflies in our gut

that would be ever present

each time we awake from slumberbash

from dusk until dawn

lust would fill our every need

and love would fade and die instead of lust

and like a caged bird set free

I would fly into the sky

to sing my song.