My thoughts are free

(loosely based on the German poem 'Die Gedanken sind frei'; unknown author, sung by Pete Seeger)


too close to the edge
at times
it gives
my world crumbling
Their hurt, our love, my pain

Older now and somewhat wiser
grown to respect
I keep my distance
peering from afar
the rim of sweet desire

Lust

never tamed

now safely confined
protecting my reward
for social obedience
for loves familiarity
for love
for my companions

Still I can live lives of my making
Pretence is my need
alter reality
No bounds, no walls, no time
I am free,
my queen, my whore
to have my dream

To undress you in any setting
feel you up on every turn
sink into your sex at my choosing
I cup your breast
squeeze your nipple
bowling grip
bury my face  
the softness of your thighs
juices oozing
blindfolded
was it me on that Saturday noon
was it just a dream?


Not one knows what I am thinking