The Wild Adore

When 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

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3 Comments on “The Wild Adore”

  1. vivachange77 says:

    ” Fruitless fidelity”. You paint love as a disappointing paradox. Sometimes it is.

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  2. I of July says:

    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 🙂

    Like

  3. vivachange77 says:

    I look forward to reading it. 🙂

    Like


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