03 November 2009



Should I know your feelings
as you do and if I did would
it intrude in places where I
wasn’t meant to be?

A notion we are boldly free
disposing bounds too intimate
and frail for public view inflates
the price of liberty to choose

If chains be set to where from
moments shared to moments
where you need to hide would
it efface that mutuality?

If disillusioned one could bear
the pain in open spaces and
again be seen embracing with
an elegance of pure romance

That truth is too obtuse to let
it guide the course you chose
is known and I’d impose in places
where you need to go alone
© 25 September 2009, I. D. Carswell