He held you back
The bearded old man: Tradition,
Religion, Virtue and Honor. He smacked his lips
And pointed a gnarled old finger—
At your life. You hated him.
You hated all the old codgers that tried to
Control you. Told you what you can and can’t do.
I want you. The softness of your skin
And the breath of your lips when you kiss me.
Kiss me. Kiss me again and again, my Love—
I will open a fresh-air window for you,
Pull you into my arms
And we will leave their stuffy life behind.