Island of joy

To be with you on Isles so grand

The sun is hot, we lay on sand

Our bodies sweating from the love

We shared until we had enough

And then the simple rain bird sings

A song of joy and rest it brings

We listen to it, open and amazed

Our eyes are closed, yet still we gaze

How does this little birdie know;

our faith and curse, our heart and soul?

It’s magic all around

Between us too, which keeps us bound.

The place of old, the place so dear

With someone warm and very near

Needing the gift that you did keep

Finding your hand while you’re asleep

Could this ever be - become

With our hidings dark and strong?

Our beliefs and our stories

Brought us pain and hardly glory

Made us hard and cold and soar

Fearsome, hurt and full of roar

But the Lion’s dreams prepare

The choice to change it – if we dare

Sir Cameron

The unbearable lightness of disguises….

The unbearable lightness of disguises….

When I would take your pair of shoes

and flee with them to smell your feet;

at that lonely toilet room,

when I greedy meet my need.

Would you like it when I told you?

Would you really want to know?

Would you feel disgusted or excited?

Would you then explain your glow?

When I would force something between us,

a thing you did not freely choose.

Bringing release to me;

and for you; delight? abuse?

Could you live with knowing this?

Could you bear my self-esteem?

Could you trust me with my bliss?

Would you expect another scheme?

Are you strong enough my dear?

Free of guild and free to lust;

Are you ambitious to endure;  

the apparent breach of tact and trust?

Could you stand your ground and smile?

Could you stay yourself, untouched?

Could you yield the power balance?

Would you see my act ill-judged?

When I start fucking up your mind;

I play you on your female core;

Penetrate your self defence,

making you my little whore.

Would you like to be a slut?

Give you over, relishing the flow?

Enjoying mysterious new heights,

Allow to blossom what we sow?

And if you do, are we then not

Prisoners of our own device?

But if we don’t. Then will we not,

live our lives in sad disguise?