Always Entangled
by Patt Paulos-Darrow
Tasting things, hearing and smelling.
Touching things, the feeling is exotic.
Never in complete control.
Never needing to be.
He is my backup, he is my Guide.
I am overwhelmed with thoughts.
But he is helping me forget them.
I need to lose control.
I need to live sometimes.
Just like a regular person.
I am thankful I can do it with him.
He moves under me and I am aware
of how much I want him.
Always requiring more, and getting it.
We are like one, we are perfect together.
What would a Sentinel be without his Guide?
Withdrawn and isolated.
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