By Angel
Date: 3 October 1998

If Then...

If my threshold was lifted higher
and my light was faintly dimmed,
you could bend your lofty head a foot
and easily walk in...
...if your boots weren't quite so leaden
and my stockings weren't so tight,
we could dance the "bug" 'til morning dues
chased off the odd moonlight...
...if my sirens were not sounding
to your synapses poised to run,
we could love and laugh and
live real fast, or really have some fun!
...then, if you would take away the lock
and I would give you back the key,
no telling where our love might go,
but, at least it would be free!

                   Angel