~Poetry~
I am not this body
Though I do feel
Sensation of touch
Not me, yet for me
An experience of life
Perhaps even of love
Though I doubt that pull
Could ever be as deep
As the endless ocean
Of true eternal love
Yet It’s pretty to believe
In the opiate of desire
To call it love, to satisfy
That burning hunger
That yearns for the flesh
To use the body’s vigour
Against some other
Who yearns in return
Scratch that itch
For it boils in the flesh
Burn it away in the peak
That highest point of passion
Where for a moment
The pleasure satisfies
Though not the soul
Only the flesh
And as all things so
Fleeting will it be
For a moment though
It was so
For some tis enough
To chase the dragon
With desires of the flesh
Dust In The Mountain 