Columbina

Fizzing, I lie here.
Desirous pulses pooling.
Body stubbornly not cooling.
I turn to prevent my indiscretion.
Auto-scolding for the situation.
Dreams refuse to come.
True though, that this too shall pass.
Unfairly I speak of this.
Words take flight.
"If only, if only..."
so longs the short night.
A cage is a cage no matter its gilt
And the bars hardest to break
Are the ones that I built.