Master of Love

I left a town with a broken window
and a bad reputation,
escaping the master of my vices.
Strung out on finding myself
in people who I couldn’t stand
made me stand up to myself;
explain me to myself.
I packed my trunk with my stuff,
hoping for the luck of the good kind.
I settled on heading
north of the Mississippi River.
A place where the sun withholds its scorch.
A place where the love of my life escaped
without me.
I was a bitch; I couldn’t leave.
Don’t look at me.
I am, no, I was a coward,
but I made solid conclusions,
tracing a Google map.
I traveled out of the former slave state
for the freedom that awakened my dreams
of her being with me.
Her address was easy to find.
Her easy eyes and wide smile
warmed me in the blizzard at her door.
Snowed in for the first time.
Free in the arms of a master at love.

Twitter – @AC0040

(© 2022 AC)

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