The Ties That Bind

September 16, 2009

A transition I’ll never
Really ever get used to:
Nature flipped the lever
And I haven’t got a clue.

It’s no use running,
Nobody bothers to explain.
I can tell that fall is coming
Because the air smells like change.

Tiny knuckles and tiny fingers
Grope desperately in the dark,
Searching for a feeling that lingers
Until, finally, a spark!

Hands tied, and an open mind
Surrender to the flame within.
Even the most pious will find
How delicious it is to sin.

Two bodies meant for loving
Both freed and in chains:
I can tell that fall is coming
Because the air smells like change.

MSBQ

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