Everything existed
here on the surface
it wasn’t until
she asked if I
could teach her
the forbidden words.
A lesson started
with boundaries of course
together we narrowed
the beautiful reach
our garden and its corners.
Starting with the clearing,
last years beauties,
she needed to remove them.
Instructions
that confused her at first,
the girl started with eagerness
that was up until
that first blister appeared.
She asked for help
none was allowed to be given.
This modern girl
was going to be
the biggest challenge yet.
Unwavering on pristine knees
she was starting to learn
after a couple of real sessions
the garden would be first
before the elusive
forbidden words would be given.
Her first test,
another lonely sunset
how far was she willing
to take this lesson.
That next morning,
she agreed,
she doesn’t do lonely well.
Allowed to ask for three
unbreakable promises
she wrote down
in exact detail
the first set of rules.
Next, she was taught
how to listen
to her most trusted
inner-voice
the one that would keep her
all safe and protected.
Her second promise
she was allowed
all the time and attention
to settle nerves.
Now, for something fun
she wants to learn
the ache of yearning
all triggered by
the forbidden words.
Clearly now
in our muddied garden
I showed her
the edge and void
where she’s simply asked
to wait her turn.
Cupped and curved
against her perfect body
the girl starts to move
her chin is gently returned.
The seconds begin to count
working now
completely against her
urge to get up.
Her palms are pressed
so firmly down
for the first time
the girl can feel
it isn’t until
her first
forbidden word
is inched-up and whispered
she understands
“super-close.”
Instantly,
the girl releases
that ache is allowed
and from this day forward
that one word triggers
her desire inside
to release.
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