You released me, although
I was never caged, only
sometimes trapped in your
gaze, wrapped in your legs
drowned in your watery eyes,
but never burdened, or forced
into a tight space by you that
I didn’t fully wish to belong.

So why did you free me from
the old ball and chain? Didn’t society teach you anything?
I am a man. I don’t ever need liberation.

She left on Thanksgiving
Some thanks.

Returned on Christmas Eve
Only to leave again
Some gift.

Finally she went at midnight
On the last day of December
Some new year.

Now I’ll be free to love
Afresh on Valentine’s
That’s some message.