She's calling me to let her out
as if I could contain her
or bind her in a lover’s leer
to tether or restrain her
Her cadence sounds through every wall
haunting my sullen, hallowed hall
with hope attending every call,
oppugned, were I to feign her

She's calling me to let her out
with vehement celerity
she roils in feral recklessness
bidding new vulgarity.
And wishing on the stars, in vain
for surrogates to share her shame
as they debase her noble name,
DNA and destiny

She's calling me to let her out
undone by my incursion
she lulls a houri maiden-song
and satires its perversion
then softly whispers her decree
how fallowed hearts in entropy
must languish on or rally free
naïve to all coercion

She calls and cries and now it's clear
how deep her heart is weighted
light words caress old lovers faint
then yearn un-satiated
Resolve and valor in reserve
She rends the past then reins her nerve
And waits and wants and may deserve
More love than she's been fated