A Lockdown Story
By: Conrad Opene
Hanging
Hanging from a pole while my eyes turn
The thought of falling seize my mind as I sway round and around
The sensation I offer makes me happy
My eyes begin to water mixing with sweats from my face
The strong ones never seem to be needy
Who gifts one what they possess
Who says one possesses
Sugar and Salt battle for dominance in a chilled glass of water
Nobody desires this conversation
Nobody talks when there’s nothing to say
Holding firm on the pole while stroking my body upwards and downwards
Smiling back at my enthusiastic spectators
They would keep me for ultimate pleasure
Until I am dropped after culmination
A Note From Eden: Dear Conrad,
I could end this note here already. Because the phrase “Dear Conrad” is in depths. The depths of the value you are to the world. The depths of how should let nothing tell you less. The depths of so many unwrapped gifts within you. The depths of the brilliance you should allow shine more. The depths of the brightness you carry. And the depths of how priceless you remain. Thanks for sharing your truth with us at Express-Shun. The world is dark enough. Continue to shine the light that you are.
Cheers!
Much love!!