The Wild Adore
Posted: September 15, 2016 Filed under: Inhibitions Illustrated 3 CommentsWhen you loved me least
That’s when I couldn’t resist
And even though it’s you I adore
Somehow can’t seem to find my knees
No longer will I bend over whenever you please
And find myself seeking release
Curiosities out of the cabinet and into our little garden
Now I can’t even ignore what’s beyond its greens
And it feels this entrapment of reciprocity
Doesn’t tend my wild-natured needs
So how fruitless is fidelity
If it is truly synonymous with finale?
© Heath Muchena, 2016
On The Heath 
” Fruitless fidelity”. You paint love as a disappointing paradox. Sometimes it is.
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Hmm… I wonder what you’ll think of my latest post. You could say it’s sort of the response so thanks for the prompt 🙂
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I look forward to reading it. 🙂
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