Sunday, October 25, 2015

Intentions Motives and Comfort

I was told to look
She was there
And she stared
I hadn't noticed
But why
Would I want to
She was there
I was here
And I was unmoved
Chained to the floor
By my ring
Not in slavery
But forged
By an oath
She gazed
She called
But I still
Did not notice
Because she was lovely
Because she was so kind
Why would I
I was safely home
Where my intentions
Were good
I was faithful inside
Instead of there
I would float untethered
With only fear
And lust to guide me
Instead of a promise
That would last
With a partner
In perfect
And sweet love
Beyond measure