With reckless abandonment I open my wounds for you to see my true being
like flashing for Springer beads
fate has dealt …me up and downs
turn around’s
and
now
it’s getting harder to gain ground
sounds
like
hearts pounding
feet rustling the leaves
of a chase
of hearts through the woods of love’s eve
around tree’s
down hills
and through streams
Am I chasing you
or are you chasing me?
and if caught would the love be the same as the chase?
could it maintain in the face
of adversity?
I bear my soul ….

like flashing for Springer beads

see you never wanted to be and exhibitionist… just flirt with the possibility
so you bear ya soul to me