My Loving Distraction
Thoughts of you
Are treasure coves of temptation
So much pleasure hides in the thought
To sneak away to be with you
Even for a while
In the midst of piled up chores
Your allurement
Your anticipation
Sips into the crevices of the walls
Of the san Quentin of my duty and discipline
And cracks it open to release the red balloon
Of let go
I slip away without permission
To be with you
Even for a second
And to sip
The sunshine
of happiness
Before any one notices
And reports
The story
About the forbidden fruit.
In the midst of
My slavery to
My mindful living
In the midst of my thoughtful in depth
Obedience to my presence
I am captive to you
My loving distraction.
((*:*))
Babru
October 29, 2009
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