Tangy, rich, sugar sweet obsession
The delicious sensation of freedom within you.
Sharp as a dart, smooth as chocolate
That melts on your lips and glides over your tongue.
Iambic and Trochaic as Clydesdales stand
Co much power constrained to the clip clop of their meter and rhyme
Being spurred at the sides for irregularities.
Free verse is a stallion running free
across rolling, unending prairie.
Take me away to experience
The joy of that not yet experienced.
Carry me home,
But not to a house;
Not to a building.
To a home without walls
Where freedom is breath,
Where love is water,
Adventure our sustenance.
Let me dwell in life itself.
Show me this home
It shall be mine,
Pray thee stay with me,
and so make it thine.