Innocence will remain. 

There was no corruption in

the dark scene. 

She revels in his light.

I saw a photograph today. 

It looked old,

perhaps grotesque. 

Ignorance sees no beauty there. 

Limbs askew,

bent,

coiled and curved;

tortured.

Yet...

Despite her restraints

there was no repression. 

Emotions flow and

tears fall. 

Awareness of self;

it's a living thing.

Her surrender

is not slavery. 

She is not sad

nor a prisoner. 

Emotionally bound,

embraced and cherished. 

She is flying,

fearless and free. 

She will not fall. 

He won't let her.

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