THAT i have hidden my flesh away
so no one touches it
i cannot hide the soul of me
without effort, it rises upon
its own
but the flesh speaks and yearns
to be with the remote love of you
there is nothing more to do
— it is sheltered.
And yet, aside from Soul the rest
is a noisy child wishing food
and i tell the child:
soon. soon.
:: 11-04-2017 ::
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October 4th, 2017 at 5:00 pm
Pretty strange!
A couple of minutes ago I wrote a similar post.
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October 4th, 2017 at 5:06 pm
Is it the valiant soul? Is it your most recently posted prose? I really adore your structure and color. Quickened my pulse! Send me the poem, please.
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October 4th, 2017 at 5:07 pm
You might check out on my blog.
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October 4th, 2017 at 5:08 pm
My apologies and thank you! Write on. Write on!
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