i’m hibernating in his bed
the one we used to share
as he attends to his
matters of the heart
there’s someplace
i’d rather be but
the winds of fate
are blowing away
my chances
the fire in my heart
is burning the red flags
at least this soap opera
makes me prolific
as i carry the cross
and wait for
my forty lashes
my beliefs are challenged
my priorities not straight
as i watch the rain
dampen the flames
that burned so brightly
in the springtime
of my life
