Within

Sometimes the body seems like a narrow space
Sometimes this skin misses its wings
and the soul too restless to be contained within...
If I was dreaming and now awaking
the taste of a dream still clings.
These ribs, these bones now reshaped
to hold this heart, to engrave your name,
they are translucent so you could come in,
I shed my feathers I shed my wings
inhabit a body that surrenders
to the movement of your hand
across time across space.
but if I quit escaping
if I agree to remain within,
no more fluid nature,
do u promise this body not to turn into a cage?
do u promise this soul never to be tamed?