The Limits

I don’t know why we passed the limits.
Both of us knew better –
But starting, we just couldn’t stop,
We could not leave off trying

For she was freedom’s soul unleashed,
She wore no chain or fetter –
In fact, she wore no thing at all,
And I would just be lying

If I said I was overcome,
Instead of overjoyed;
But yes, I saw the danger there –
The trap I should avoid —

I do know why I passed the limits.
She showed me the edge —
And I was going to jump, the day
She met me
On the ledge

Author: Sibelius Russell

Sibelius Russell (a/k/a/ Owen "Beleaguered" Servant) lives a life of whimsical servitude -- whatever that means.

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