Its as though I’ve passed a door, <br /> <br />With permission to be promiscuous, <br /> <br />Love, sex, and all my roles I renew, <br /> <br />In my new found zest! <br /> <br /> <br />The usual rules and society’s fools, <br /> <br />Are all totally left off! <br /> <br />I live in a new plane of reality, <br /> <br />Just me and those I let on <br /> <br /> <br />So explore I do, the world around me <br /> <br />Attracting friend and foe <br /> <br />Wondering at this person they see <br /> <br />Who was passionately, let go <br /> <br /> <br />Vows and covenants don’t bind me anymore <br /> <br />Fear has lost its constraints <br /> <br />I feel the sun warmly, <br /> <br />As winter now has waned <br /> <br /> <br />The old ties I filter, <br /> <br />Like sand running through my fingers <br /> <br />What is left, is what matters <br /> <br />And if nothing, so be it! <br /> <br /> <br />I found the light lives in me <br /> <br />And I am the light itself <br /> <br />The answer to all my seeking, <br /> <br />Was found in my inner well<br /><br />Anita Atina<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/permission-to-be-promiscuous/
