Tie Me Up... Poem by Robert Mutsaers
Tie Me Up...
Twisted with a string,
Of loneliness and the mother of,
My refuge and yours to count,
Reverse with a multiplicity or scoff.
I stand strong to where,
I belong and craft to desire,
Foisted with a fling,
Of holiness and the bother for,
My repute and ours to flaunt,
Inverse with an accountability to score.
I stand strong to where,
I prolong and draft to admire..
Nairobi, May 19,2012
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