freedom

I see the holy grail
it sits with impeccable grace
by the window pane
the chariot of sun
shooting down its golden arrows that never miss
they strike my holy grace
but no they do no harm at all
the grail still poses with elegance
guarding the golden water
the water thats softer than butter
the world does call it liquor
the grail that guards the water thats pale
now i have startd to perspire
no more can i keep the desire within
for its begging for its rightful release
or else it might jst set me ablaze
i gather strength.
my hand goes upto the brink
it quivers and shivers
reaches for the grail
the touch is divine
i feel my internal inferno die
i slide my hand further down its soft curves
i harden the grip that ensures surity
the muscles stretch,the fingers curl,the touch becomes more intense
the effort paysfor the grail is raised from its throne
bones creak,muscles burn,blood gushes through my veins
the grail moves higher towords its righful place
for not even a moment it is left ignored
like a loyal companion its followed by my watchful gaze
the journey ends when the water splashes
the grail is tilted,gravity works
the woter gives a smirk
as it steps into a new dimension
making its way across the rough terrain
it swivels through my anatomical dungeons
touching and melting me from within
setting my flesh on fire
its a fire that sets me free
free from the sensesthat cause nothing but trouble
free from the logic
thats too much too handle
free from the chains
that the society frames
free from the path
that brings wrath
free from th clutches
that make u flinch
free from the plight
i drown into the essence
it conquers my sensesthe fire grows and i let it grow
for i feel the warmth and the luminous glow
as it burns with it the things that i wanted to throw
the feelings,the thoughts crumbletill they are nothing nut rubble
since they bring nothing but trouble.