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