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It's time

 

 

I release you

as you hold your imaginary rope

that ties me to your imaginary posts

 

 

I release you

and I remove myself

for my own protection

as well as your own

 

 

I release you

with a demand

yes, a demand

for I am not yours yet

I am not your wife

submission is yet foreign to me

 

I tell you now

that this conversation will go no further

until I hear my questions answered

straight from your lips

truth

unfiltered and undiluted

with no pretense or illusion

 

I am serious in my endeavor

I am serious about my love

I have played your way long enough

 

I release you

into whatever it is you need to do

at this point in time

whether it be rest, reflection, or more writing

 

I have ceased entirely

weaned myself slowly

from the poor trickle of nourishment

that comes from your false breast

 

you are a man,

and that is NOT YOUR CHILD.

 

 

I love you

and I wish you all the best

on your journey.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Emily B]

Maybe you really should release him. That really isn't your intention with these words.

[Todd Rose]

wow! what a powerful poem. I especially liked the imagery concerning "the poor trickle of nourishment
that comes from your false breast"; that line really carries quite an impact. Keep up the good work! Your words are simply awesome.

[lady o]

This is a lovely poem, well done and well written