You will be death
to the heart, outside bars
like little sparrow, trust feline
not stalk under its cage.

There, I–fragile–trust
freedom to give myself
like feline in lap. I surrender
independence, selfishness–you pounce,

feathers asunder! skwaks!
silent, you prance; another lap, bed.
My wings, sprung, cage me
to this ravaged heart.