Possessions

Possession is clean, when it's really one's own. 
Whatever I have given is yours entire:
stringless and free with conditionless bond,
or tags attached! Small-print, squint at and tossed
in the bin or the fire - but taken on. Yes!
Strings and all, yes. Some strings we love. 
To offer a deal without specifying
is to make of your offer free gift without string.
Or declined as a whole - irregardless of clause. 
All is offer, free of take, decline, or propose 
a conditional acceptance: yes that, if this. 
The counteroffer flies!

We are not pressed. 
We were born with some sense 
to negotiate this for the best.

So. 
 
Self can be given, or self
is not owned. And gift is possessed
if accepted, as-such. No-strings or all.  
It's really one's call, and possession 
is the honor and love of how much 
it means it was given to us, for so long

as we fall. 

So long as each moment, for human gift. 
Yet each moment given is forever to keep 
as it holds up so well in our mind's uplift. 
Well why value any such gesture or act 
if its worth came from anything any less deep?
The being who gave it gives each time. 
Continually, every little time they do -
it is theirs to change aim, if we break 
their faith. Or they've changed somewhat 
in all that they want from you. Or for you.

We yet have everything that they gave,
while they gave 'cause they wanted to. 
Which is why our possessions and gifts 
from them meant as much as they do. 

A gift of self has only ever been now. 
Some gifts are a promise of more to come.
Some givers choose not to honor somehow. 

It is done. That is theirs, and that's all there is. 

Possession is clean and true at core. Possession 
glows cherry red and pure. Possession 

turns dirty and grubby when you want

more

than this. 

Than the other's best gift,
best offer of self has
at any time, without notice or need 
or want to add: to run up your score 
over and above all they have filled you 
of wealth you've possessed of them.
Before it went bad,
or just off.
Oh! Well, that

is how possession goes rotten and soft,
turns sour and diminished
and tarnished and wrong, and false.

But in every good deed while it's on,
it was good you received every moment 
they gave. Wasn't it? Well, it must 
have been. Since you stayed.
You were glad to remain 
possessed and kept. 
to save. 

And that is how
possession keeps true. 

Behave.