A Quest on Overdrive … :)

An eccentric rambler on life's lessons and mercies, found and lost… :)


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Bondage

Slowly – so slowly –
I eased my foot into
that footprint
etched in my
mind:
long ago.

A footprint with
no feet to match;
till you strode into
my life.

The imprint fit.
You weren’t an ideal
crystallized.

You were a lifestyle
that suited.
Admirably.

A way of life moulded.
I feel secure.

12 April, ’84