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Boundaries


It is all about the hidden pact
A light hearted creation of thought jugglery
My platonic determination
Is a deterrent
From falling in love with you
In my sober dreams, however
I do not have finer controls
Over my lustful dungeons
There I may fantasize
Holding your hand
And a glass of fine champagne on the other
And the cascading dance makes us come closer
And touch each other’s trembling and fragile emotions
And it doesn’t end there
As emotions are contagious

I make soft love to you all through the night
And then the dream breaks
Into the daily trajectory of Life
I love you to the hilt,
An expression that I cannot bring into ignorant words
But it is of a different kind
The kind when a ingenious intense bond
Doesn’t die

There are boundaries
Not created by anyone
But we are by choice abiding
this invisible facade
And I love being bounded by
This sophisticated bond
That is forever
This wall acts like a machine
That dissects reality
Into chunks of sweet nothings
And that’s all that makes us
Make the most of what remains

Let’s us also refrain from
Calling it love
Let it be known
As a bond of togetherness
In a boundary of togetherness 

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