If only they would stop searching the endless paths of
hopeless fools that dominate the green green grass
of earth. If they could just stop looking to appease the
lost souls of the blind clones and their followers, they
could be free. They could strip away the insecurities
of an unstable society and walk the balance beam of chaos,
one foot in front of the other as their soul flies on ahead
to clear the way. If for a moment they could shake away
their prudish thoughts, let passion enter their minds, brush
away the dirt of a gentleman’s rule, they could know ecstasy.
The creeping wave that floods through the perfectly tuned body;
inhibitions left at the door, clothes strewn across the floor,
desire in the fingertips of fire, passion no longer
denied as the flames burn inside.
If only they could walk this path, leave behind the sins of
the clueless few who fear the strong. So much fear for the other side,
for those that walk bare skinned without sin beneath a veil
of devilish fun with tantalizing tales of lust, stories of trust
and moments in time of naked bodies never meant to
be mine. Alas, the path is their choosing all mottled in grey
always concerned for the place where they lay.
Karen Hayward ©2015