Thursday, April 1, 2010

Loose

I came to you with curiosity,
a query, and a forward facing desire.
You bound me to the question
shocked me with your fire.
I lay in place
simply "me my yoke and I"
Feelings of peace drifting over
as I lay, escapeless, on my side.

Marked by the nylon braid,
I stood up after unafraid.

1 comment:

  1. Is this about what I think it's about?

    I won't spoil it for anyone else, but damn.

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