8.26.13

26 Aug

nicole rennae

I have no desire to own you.
Addicted yes. Requiring a good amount of doses yes, but you are free.
I am free.
Tradition’s iron bars fall scattered at our feet; they have no place here.
A rapid exchange of highs and lows, inspirations and thoughts.
No talk of containers.
No talk of character adjustments.
Acceptance, joy, longing, conviction in shared truths.. fate.
A soul connection of a primary degree.
Interwoven independent strands of experience and futures;
joining in the most tender of fusions and splices.
My soul speaks to yours in the common tongue;
comforting heady release.

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