He jumps into holes when he cannot see
I suppose he is hoping he will land on both feet
Always assuming he’s playing for keeps
But assuming positions him down on his knees
For assumption is the offspring of arrogance in heat
He hacked into the electronic pulses of me
I suppose he wanted to find a tasty treat
Something beyond what his knowledge could read
So he broke into my gated privacy
But the wounds of assumption are claws on his keys
Typing faster yet discovering nothing
As a daughter of the Father I keep my treasures tightly guarded
My most sacred gifts I wouldn’t share with an overzealous audience
To assume they would value my precious secrets
Is exactly how the rabbit got his foot in a keychain for existence
Inside my mind is the storage of what’s true and relevant
The artist on a trapeze that the rabbit could never catch
Windows are just a scapegoat with open blinds
As my poetry is just a front with pretty ryhmes
A therapeutic session without being nickel and dimed
But a hidden reality sways in the depths of me
An exotic dancer under lock and key
His assumptions are blindfolded, forbidden to see
For my sealed lips, there is no possible entry.
Souldier Girl 
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Thank you my friend!
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Excellent work with plenty of implied images.
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Hello friend :)) thank you so much!
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