I ask for freedom
from those things
that bind me.
An empty glass
that dulls the moment
and lingers.
Staring at me for
refreshment and my
sorrows.
Those who think I need
touching, yet can't
resist as they play
with temptation and
against their
lovely other half
at home.
I need the binds
undone, so I can
enjoy love with its
passion, pleasures and
permanence.
The sweet words
of Spirit
unshackles me
to spread, FLY.....
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