By June cakes@accesscomm.net
Date: 4 April 2000
The Keys
by June
4/4/2000
Three keys, dangling from a chain with a picture of you
Tucked away in my purse for some future rendezvous
Of course, never to be used freely, but with consent
I'm still not sure what the exchange meant
Like an unwritten law, the freedom it unlocks
Comes with a price, and in a way it mocks
For once exchanged, your keys and mine
Begins responsibilities for our peace of mind
Would either ever abuse such trust we hold
Once newness of love wains and our minds are bold
To ever cross over the fine line of the boundary
That marks our very individuality?
What significance does this show one to another
That this relationship had taken one step further?
Or is this a practice you've made often in the past
In hopes that maybe this one will be the last
As for me, you're the first non-cohabitor
That I've ever given this symbolic honor
My intentions are so that you may enter freely
With no prior invitation for you to visit me
This is where I stand on the whole key issue
I've nothing to hide and nothing I value more than you
I only have one wish that I would like to make
Just use the damned keys more often, for heaven's sake!
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