Bound Together
Marc Mosko, 1996
Tied in convolutions over hoary knots,
We lose sight of ourselves as we play
Among the gods.
Blessed in fields of love, we stroll
Through endless aromas of pleasure
And textures of ecstasy.
Beyond ourselves, outside our faults,
We find perfection in mutual confinement.
Trapped together, bound by bonds
Of our own making, we know endless
Freedom, unimagined by the solitary soul.
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