The Garden sat waiting,
that was up until,
the girl realized
there’s more to giving
when wrists
are properly bound
and given.
There is satisfaction
there’s being pleased,
it’s when,
you combine them
the garden breathes.
Heavy and anxious
the butterfly plays
careful and cautious.
From the start
the girl had this
other side,
the kind,
few others knew
from the inside
she begged
to understand.
Having had
the proper words
cupped and whispered,
I’m afraid,
there’s no
going back.
Beauty
and a beautiful understanding
one need not ask
for heavy compliments.
She’s freely giving
to her one.
Her only true lover,
that connected soul
the same as hers.
Time and attention,
they beg,
from the outside
down on broken knees
to palms.
She’s the one
in all honesty
I’m willing to give
that side of me
where certain poems
come to life.
Crushed and pinned
her curves
are properly stretched
there are no flaws
she does not mind
being on display,
just as long,
her eyes
are burned and buried
inside mine.
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