The first time
You strapped that blue leather
Around my neck
And held me against your chest
My mind was torn open-
The world I knew disappeared-
And there was only you
To surrender to.
As you guided me
And I followed
Walking without hesitation
And feeling without fear...
I knew even days after
I would still be able to hear
The high metalic sound
Of that cold, clinking steal.
And any perception of being
I once thought that I had
Was shattered forever
In those moments.
The world without that clinky strap
Of beautiful blue leather
would never look the same-
Would never again be enough.
Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 4:33 PM UTC
The first time
You strapped that blue leather
Around my neck
And held me against your chest
My mind was torn open-
The world I knew disappeared-
And there was only you
To surrender to.
As you guided me
And I followed
Walking without hesitation
And feeling without fear...
I knew even days after
I would still be able to hear
The high metalic sound
Of that cold, clinking steal.
And any perception of being
I once thought that I had
Was shattered forever
In those moments.
The world without that clinky strap
Of beautiful blue leather
would never look the same-
Would never again be enough.
To ZLB
Request permission to use this poem