And how much is not enough,
Binding ourselves tight
With this need for love,
Trading away any sense of freedom,
For a promise of tomorrow,
Bound tight
My wrists and ankles raw,
Waiting for her to do
What she can,
What she must,
Because the chance
Might not come again,
I spill my seed on the strands of rope
She ties me with,
Like white blood,
In a world where if I don’t genuflect
I still get bent over.
What is best for us to do,
To resist or give in,
To surrender our will
For promises that might never
Transpire,
To bleed and be bled
In the name of love
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