If leaving...

If leaving stop not to think,
leave at once if you may.
Love is not at mercy of whims,
as to live another day .

If leaving then stop not to think,
or you will be at the brink
to leave or to stay.
Love is not astray.
To live not is to fade.

If leaving stop not to think,
to Love or to Love nothing
is not fraught with musing.
if leaving stop not to think.
if loving is not a thought.
and living is granted not.

"And a bird without its wings is a lone and tragic thing"

Breathe not into me a life,
that coils me to a body
in the storm of one breath,
there are thousand such deaths.
and I have flown and found
that the bird comes back to a nest
and brings the twigs strewn,
keeps them with the rest.

And caged and caught
I may sigh to sing,
and trap my violent wings
in the fringe that freedom is
as it seems from the cage
and my wings would cut in rage
and my wings would fall in rage
"And a bird without its wings
is a lone and tragic thing"

Dressed

I wore the dress you brought me
The one with a sash that was to constrict all
the life in me in one title you confer me.
It is a pretty black dress indeed.
Perfect, silhouette cut from my curves
It goes down the length to the hem of my knees.
 Ah well you always thought I was a decent one.
Perhaps the black stocking wouldn't ruin it
but then you said too modest it would be. "What are you ,a nun?"
I wonder what is it that troubles you.
 My cheek and the disgrace
 that is burning in my thighs that you skirt.
Or the will of not parting them at your fanciful blurt.
Command and I shall cross my legs
 and un cross them at your brutal command.
I have a primeval role to woo you ?
 The Perhaps is my will per se.
 I did or well I may. To woo or not to.
But am I not to say...
 shall I not put my cards down and
 unfold the king to stoop to a queen
while the jacks are all at meaningless play.
Then you say"you don't gamble"
And I say of course I don't.
I  will not gamble my love away.
And the jacks will be dethroned.
I will take the king and a scotch to go,
"You are drunk?" Well now you know.
I wore the black dress you brought me,
NOW I won't wear the whites if you ask me to.
I don't.
WHY ? Black is not my shade and white isn't either.
I have given in once.Now I won't