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Freely

There are over a million things

To do in the name of pleasure.

Over a million more that involves

Company.

The person I could be,

The person I’d love to be,

Over a million things that could go wrong.

This thought a wave pattern found

In an ocean of sheets,

The shore of the mattress bare.

The meeting of my fingers interlocked

With yours,

The earth rotates & bends sideways.

Without hesitation we are poured

Up down left & right,

Over a million things that could go wrong.

Lost at sea in complete darkness

I cling to you to keep warm.

Lost in the earth, you blush morning.

Shedding light to infinity.

Your face a cathedral of a million things

That could go right.

Smushed & paused in excitement.

Finally.

A religion that doesn’t require

A curriculum.

The earth rotates & bends,

I am baptized in the liquid from

Your lips & like a fish I am alive,

& like a fish I can breathe without fear

That you’d be stolen & renamed

Without fear that you’d be stolen & renamed.

Robbed of over a million things

That could go right,

Between the sheets we hide.

I cling to you to keep warm, lost in the earth

You blush morning.

Shedding light to infinity.

Finally.

A religion that doesn’t require

A curriculum.

The person I could be,

The person I’d love to be,

Without fear.

I wander you freely

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Written by
kewayne-wadley
37 / M
Published
Jun 29, 2021
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