Apr 25, 2006 09:55
My feet, my arms, my mouth, my waist
Shackled, bolted, restrained
My eyes can look, my nose can smell
My mind can urge, can crave, can remember
But I am not allowed.
I can not take part of that sweet scent,
bask in the embrace, the bubbles of giggles
My mind remembers, it tells me to move fast
but the laws cotain me, the logic, the sense of common.
But I do not allow myself.
If I lean for that apple, but the tree pulls away.
If I push the boulder up the hill, it falls back.
I go to drink from the well, but she pulls away
Love is not allowed.