A longing to flee from this ill-stricken cage.
Not by substance or death,
but by the arms of my lover.
Not tangible, but present-
I’ll retreat from this world by Him.
From all commitments and expectations
for a moment.
Isolating my dying body next to Him.
Laying on a grassy hillside
with nothing to do but,
close my eyes, smile,
and receive the sun’s kisses.

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