Trafficlight Reads Green on The Freeway of Love
Written 1996
Lost, so lost here.
I see the light of your lamp,
at the end of this:
Tunnel of Love.
Your being, your soul
is open to me.
You aren't asking for much,
'cept joint-custody of my soul,
my will.
I give these things to you, freely
with only a hint of hesitation
before I recognize your sincerity
and my need to lend myself to love.
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