In Holding Poem by Stefanie Fontker

There is nothing better
Than your taste in my mouth
And the sun on my skin
Whilst we sit in a place
Far less beautiful than you
With music that holds nothing
To the sound of your song
And the shine in your eyes
The rise of your eyebrows
At my silly poetry
Holds my heart in a cage
You are the only sheriff
That I have met in this town
So if you will not release me
I hope you are courteous
Enough to at least offer me
Some form of inspiration