flat.fish.flesh

Since I have built myself a hidden jail,
tall sided room of shade, of lived out lust,
cemented every keyhole, homed each nail,
so shield my auld not passing love, I must.

Not covered out of fear or shame or doubt
but guarded from the bleaching of the clock,
is this pristine collection, round about,
that gains protection here behind this lock.

A cage that finds you safely held in chains
and gags a calling voice least it should break,
that drains an earthly sun before it rains
its rays upon the memories you make.

Fine trove that keeps you here and lasting on
yet truth be told, the treasure, it has gone.