Garden

A poem by Moony Thinker

In the garden,
I satisfied
My desires.
A sanctuary,
Full of
Lust and pleasure;
Once open to me,
But no longer.

In there I’d uncover:
Luscious colors and variety,
Air thick with humidity;
Welcoming thorns
Reaching out
With invitation
To penetrate my skin,
My body.

And I crave
A return visit.

But, I must stop;
To remember:
I am no longer allowed
In this garden
Of delights.

Not physically…
At least.

Through
Memories;
Through —
My imagination,
I can still visit.
Tasting, once more upon
The fruits and flowers
Of past adventures.

But it’s nothing like before…
Only memories,
Only imagination,
Only… mind tricks.

How unsatisfying.

Past escapades in my youth are times that I am most fond of. My personality type does not do well with boundaries and restrictions; but, that is what I have in my present.

It is challenging, to say the very least.

However, I press on. While not ideal… at least I have something to remember.

Be well, my friends.

— MT

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— Extra —

Hey my friends!

I am starting another art project. This one is focusing on artists of all kinds where I interview them. I plan to make a series of these interviews and to call them collectively Dreaming While Awake. The point of these interviews is to better understand the artist’s focus, discipline methods, hopes, dreams, projects, and what they are moving towards.

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