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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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