Feather-Touch
By
Radiance Angelina Petro
Trapped in seasons of sadness,
I know my longing lacks solvency.
Each new desire rivets the chains
I drag along. With a feather-touch
he could break them should I only
lift them before him. When that day comes,
the chains will fall, like drapery,
into something approaching a circle at my feet,
and I will not look back, as I step away,
flowing into his arms.