Innocence will remain.
There was no corruption in
the dark scene.
She revels in his light.
I saw a photograph today.
It looked old,
perhaps grotesque.
Ignorance sees no beauty there.
Limbs askew,
bent,
coiled and curved;
tortured.
Yet…
Despite her restraints
there was no repression.
Emotions flow and
tears fall.
Awareness of self;
it’s a living thing.
Her surrender
is not slavery.
She is not sad
nor a prisoner.
Emotionally bound,
embraced and cherished.
She is flying,
fearless and free.
She will not fall.
He won’t let her.
For Lush Stories only.
© trinket 2016
