Blue Padlock

this love is locked

for the next hundred years or so

there is no entry here

so please stay away from me

lay your tanned body on the beach

where you should always be

with binoculars

strictly for the birds

bitches, beaches, breaches

of the order of ordeals

broken marriage vows

and those secret places of your trysts

far from prying eyes where you have learned

your first acts

of omitting the life

that has been chosen for you

but you didn’t want to let go easily

seeking invisible, invincible incentives

superimposed on yourself

what for?

if everything you could ever dream of

was right under your nose

you didn’t have to look far

but you decided otherwise

extending the adventure

and breaking some patterns

and hearts on the way

to feel something else

instead of these restrictive measures

of your marital failure

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