sealed

I spoke to you of freedom,
how everything I see and touch,
when I first turn my eyes inwards,
and then outwards,
grows wings;
but I sit here now
with wings I cannot use,
wings pasted to my skin,
sealing a love and a joy
that cannot flow out
through these pores,
for they are closed
with the pain of a bud
too scared
of her very own
folds of love -
a love that is fierce, whole,
yet completely messily human.