a sentinel

30 Jun

she thought of me as a sentinel

far out upon the edge of things

saying things that are not allowed

for fear the whole rotten edifice will come tumbling down

for fear forms a shell around all our deepest desires

it colors our perception

in crazy kinds of ways

leading to tragedies unspeakable

she worries for my safety in such a world as this

and admires my comfortableness within my own skin

as i stand guard here

watching and waiting for the new ways to begin

where desire and love and respect all blend

into a playful kind of courage

soft and supple like newborn skin

having no more need of a sentinel

she looks forward to that she said

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