the images <br />tickle the skin around <br />my thighs <br /> <br />and they always <br />keep telling me <br />my name <br /> <br />and then i look <br />at them <br />and they look at me <br />and without <br />even the sign <br />of my finger <br /> <br />we simply understand <br />we belong here <br />we are happy with each other <br /> <br />this place has a name <br />but we are the only ones <br />who can utter it <br /> <br />we have the code <br />and you shall not see <br />the key <br />that opens the door <br />to our freedom<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-have-the-key-3/
