Free to Go

No name engraved is on my skin.
To be with you in thick and thin
I can, since I am free to go.
Engraved, I really could not so.

I do love you. I’m not by you.
I’m in with you. (The thing to do.)
I’m in no rule. (So, she is cool.)
I’m not a tool. (She is no fool.)

No name engraved is on my heart.
I’m free to free whatever art
I will, which, really, I could not
if one directive I had got.

I do love you. I’m not by you.
I’m in with you. (The thing to do.)
I’m in no rule. (So, she is cool.)
I’m not a tool. (She is no fool.)

Most certainly one will behave
if will or want is to engrave.
The Law of Moses says so much:
Do not let body be by such.

I will be fresh, I will be clean.
I will unsullied be, I mean.
There you have me. (She is to love.)
I will be free. (She is to know.)

I do love you. I’m not by you.
I’m in with you. (The thing to do.)
I’m in no rule. (So, she is cool.)
I’m not a tool. (She is no fool.)

Vaccinius · Free to Go

NOTE :

This poem is referred to on the blog hop of dVerse
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