Control
Just for that moment
At the end of lovemaking
I
lose all control
You cannot control
Whom you love, hate or despise
These
are visceral
At central control
There is a wheel of fortune
Spun
on special days
Problem
Serious problem
Is really a solution
Waiting
to happen
For every problem
There's a simple solution
More than often wrong
World's greatest problem?
It's us guys, that's you and me
The great polluters
Lock
Lock of fine brown hair
Hidden in antique locket
Uncombed
memories
Close the bedroom door
Folding you into my arms
Lock you in my heart
Keys on my key ring
Each must fit a lock somewhere
Wonder
what they are
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