lost & found

i saved the most precious intentions
for the rainy days of strangers
selfless little baubles
strung together like
a vintage string of pearls
a vagabond rosary
(a tether)
kept tucked away
in the velvet compartments
of my heart’s music box
when opened
a tiny ballerina emerges
a pirouetting pandora
(a distraction)
to the eighteen note
plucking of greensleeves​
this is where lost things
go to be found
a. duncan, 2017

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Amor et melle et felle est fecundissimus || Love is rich with both honey and venom

One thought on “lost & found

  1. I’m going to keep spamming your page so apologies if you have notifications on!

    This one is sad. But I like that it’s hopeful in a way, possibly commenting more on introverted nature than being recluse.

    Yet I still wonder what it means to be lost and what it means to be found. Are we lost if we know we’re tucked away? Or is it merely a case of needing that other side – Dominance / submission (depending on preference) – to balance your soul.

    Or maybe I’m mistaken. It’s easy to forget when you find comments on your page and track down that person but not everyone that follows you is into BDSM or D/s so maybe, jussst maybe, I’m wrong in this regard.

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