Free me from the bonds of your
sweetness, my love! Nor more of this
wine of kisses.
This mist of heavy incense stifles
my heart.
Open the doors, make room for the
morning light.
I am lost in you, wrapped in the
folds of your caresses.
Free me from your spells, and give
me back the manhood to offer you my
freed heart.
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Comments2The Gardener XLVIII: Free Me really resonated with me today, particularly the phrase "This mist of heavy incense stifles my heart". It speaks about a love so deep and consuming that it feels overwhelming. The lines express a deep desire for space and freedom within the relationship, a longing for personal restoration. Really, it's such a beautifully complex exploration of love and individualism.
Interestingly, found a prose from back in the day that spoke to me, "Open the doors, make room for the morning light.". Ah brings back memories... Such strong feelings in just a few lines.