Boundaryless-ness

Boundary-less
she had the habit
of cheerfully violating
others space
her charm
insulating her from rebuke.

Her beauty was boundary-less too,
almond shaped green eyes
flaming red hair
a mouth afire-
pouty with the natural sex appeal
of a goddess
a mantle she wore easily
breath-taking to behold.

Few denied her
said no to her;
she most times
never having to ask
or experience want or need.

Instead she suffered from life's satisfactions
too easily won
and she
floated through life un-moored
with an un-anchored ease
but her ability to give receded
because never exercised.

But I sensed her predicament
taking her face into my two hands
holding it tight.

I took her body
into my arms
and held it tight.

I took her mouth onto my mouth
and heard it whisper:

'I fell in love with you
because I sensed you could contain
all my boundaries
free me from
this boundarylessness
and the pain of relentless freedom.'

I understood
and wrapped my self around her
and felt her surrender

her heart
pounding;
my soul
exalting

bursting its confinements.

poem by Lonnie Hicks
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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