Tuesday, April 10, 2018

10

and in the hammock we laid,
vows unbroken, tolls unpaid,
feeling not just being close,
but free to be what we chose.

like jungle vines about we hung,
blinds all about were strung,
the greenish love we only knew,
no passers-by could undo.

and if you should take me,
and string me up,
and cut my heart,
and fill your cup;
and if you should take me,
and slide inside...
this is why we hide.

and if I should want
to feel your strength,
and kneel before
and take your length;
and if I should want
to feel your pride,
and hold you close
and slip inside.

and more ways and done, and freedom fly,
rope, shackles, gags, steel, and cry,
and more to see, to feel, and hear,
and nothing worried, wanted, feared...

and in the hammocks we laid,
vows repaired, tolls duly paid,
feeling not just being close,
but free to be what we chose.

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