love is a curtailment of freedom
it shouldn't be that way
and we try our best to make sure
it doesn't turn out that way
but where you end and another begins
is like following a certain current
in a throbbing of water
and ever losing the definition
of a single flowing in a weaving
of movement that chains us to a tide
that carries us back to a shore
we thought we had quit
and our love's objective meets
its fulfillment in a slow drowning of dismay
Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
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