*

Sometimes,

voice sounds foolish when I speak,

words jumbled too fast in kine brain,

shut down all sense to defeat,

coil up then refrain;

take off on bare feet,

wearing none shame but exposed of guilty,

finding unique ways to empty my sweet,

such trickster that is named: naivety;

wish,

at times,

bashful memories disintegrated before they could show,

what deep regrets they know -

limbs stitch an un-solitary bond upon this floor,

reliving every high that fragmented with devastating lows;

Just.

Please.

Let mine heart be thrown,

escaping those clutches

&

be left to blissfully raom.