Cynthia Ii

Her dark beauty, fragile, defies gravity.
She has left behind silken splendor
To wander the world
And offer her tender graces
Unspoiled by the subtle cage she has escaped.
Rather, she has braved captivity to emerge enhanced.

And now, as evening approaches,
I raise my lantern in vain hope
That she will approach.
I come baring no net.
No killing jar awaits - no pins.
I only hope that Cynthia will spread her wings for me.

by Robert J Meyer

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