Poem By kwane Lamb
No one knows you like you do.
Your shared love is a free will, An inner thrill.
Passed on to another... Most times the return is not that which is given out...
But who cares... Your insides cry out...share!
So you conform or concede,
It's your will to the truth of you, Wanting to be set free... That freedom is like... Concrete poetry...Heavy...
opening doors and Answering the call of pleasure...
Your pleasure... Which you let another consume,
Without the blink of an eye...why?
It is your true nature...to do so. Intimately, passionately and never carefully...why?
You do so knowing the pain that awaits you And your kindness,
your freedom and your sharing of inner/self.
Yet you travel that road with eyes wide open...mmmm! Any way..true nature is working... Kick me, hurt me, and bite me...
But most of all...LOVE ME! Love me! most times that return is nil.
Grabbing yourself by the booth straps, And marching forward... To what you consider ecstasy for yourself. Germinating... what you will along the way.
You ask no more why love hurts so... It is your nature you chase... Now I know why she loved me so.... Nature being who she is.