Swain

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I saw myself as a lubricious swain.

A dream to be followed lead me,
Bed to bed, to yours.

Then you captured my attentions, and
I lost my fickle desires.

©2020 Robert Faron

Thanks to Shweta Stormborn for the inconstant prompt, Fickle

The Fickle Crowd

[I had to keep it apolitical, and with my constant theme, relationships.]

And thanks to Kathy Jacobs, Harper Thorp, and the entire Chalkboard team.