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where my heart lives

Submitted: March 10, 2016

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Submitted: March 10, 2016




By W.J. Carr


Why constantly try to fence me in

from running full speed, face bent to the wind?

What manner of fantasy does your heart seek,

that you would bridle desire and make passion meek?

Would you trade a hard ride grasping fistfuls of mane,

For the mundane acquiescence of a spirit so tame?

Of life and adventure these keen eyes do burn,

Was this not the balm for which your heart yearned?

Through far flowered fields we should eagerly ride,

With your legs clinging tightly to my sleek sinew’d side.

Let us loosen these shackles of doubt and remorse

holding fast this great passion to the end of its course.

Go not to your twilight in a manner so mild

Come away with me, come… and be wild!

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