Desire
I choose to sit on the fence.
saddling raging passion.
taming the unruly mane
threatening to sway out of control
promising to imprison reason.
I choose to make my bed on the fence.
Here in the open I can hug away huddles
that intimidates a union of souls
and stand in the way of your warm caresses
speeding unhurriedly down my spine.
I love to settle on the fence.
This is where I can watch the sunset
and think of all the passions You ignite in me.
I won’t change anything about You---
Like the soft yellowing edges of the sunset,
I will let you be
Original. Authentic. True. Unusual
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