Chained and bound really, though all that anyone sees is clothes; it’s why I wear the same thing everyday I suppose. At The Seams is my yearning to burst free while possibly binding, and entwining someone to me; if you love them set them free right…
Behind an infinity of zeros
Empty gardens
Baby and Yo’s
And sellers’ markets
A villain not a hero
I find my heart not hardened
My words
But a dream
Are they spoken and heard
Becoming to be
My love, beautiful girl
Love bursting at the seams
* * *
Behind wonder and amazement
Gasps and sighs
Such is entertainment
Wondering why
I fret
And try to hide
My fear
Of a queen
You can’t be real
Yet it seems
This thrill
Desire bursting at the seams
* * *
Behind trying and lying
Drips and drops
Begging and crying
You’re so damn hot
Who is dying?
And who is not
Not a man
But Beauty and the Beast
The monster I am
A sin to want and need
Am I damned?
Hell bursting at the seams
* * *
Stretching, popping, and bursting
Set me free
Of this yearning
Bursting at the seams
Copyright © 2011, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.
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