Rapunzel
I am meant to be seduced by you,
my good knight.
Mewed up in your tower
I wait, a fruit too ripe to pluck
I dream of falling.
What if I bargained with the dragon
to set me free, with the thorns
to spare my flesh,
ran barefoot through the forest
clad only in a cloak of golden hair?
Would you track me down
on iron-shod chargers
to spear me with your virtue?
Or could I live, round as the moon
a pallet of vines, a cottage filled with cats
escape the apples and the wheels
spinning nothing,
without needles or embroidery
disobedient and tangled,
shorn of that leash of braid
no royal crown, no collar.
my good knight.
Mewed up in your tower
I wait, a fruit too ripe to pluck
I dream of falling.
What if I bargained with the dragon
to set me free, with the thorns
to spare my flesh,
ran barefoot through the forest
clad only in a cloak of golden hair?
Would you track me down
on iron-shod chargers
to spear me with your virtue?
Or could I live, round as the moon
a pallet of vines, a cottage filled with cats
escape the apples and the wheels
spinning nothing,
without needles or embroidery
disobedient and tangled,
shorn of that leash of braid
no royal crown, no collar.
