Moon Lily

“Rapunzel, Rapunzel – let down thy long hair”

Says every hungry man ever, malicious intent in their stares

For whom do I belong?

Not these grizzled men whose masculinity

Is about as strong

As the tower window I have just broken

I am not some token

Princess,

I am alive, I am my own, and I am now awoken,

I’ll rescue myself, and I refuse to be spoken

for

I will not be some princes prize,

The reward for some petty quest,

And I refuse to be the means

Of maintaining some family crest

I shave the shackles of my hair,

I am still fair, not any less worn for wear

I tie it to my bed post

Host to

too many nights helpless,

alone

I wonder for how long it is I have waited

But not tonight!

Tonight, I am liberated,

I climb down the tower

To meet my one true kiss,

My muse, my flower

Field upon field,

It is there that she waits,

Under the moon light we’ll run,

Sapphic love, lilys, until we are free of all we undream of

Wherever it is that I can relax

into the sound of her laughter

I will gladly spend the rest

Of my happily ever after