~Poetry~ I am not this bodyThough I do feelSensation of touchNot me, yet for meAn experience of lifePerhaps even of loveThough I doubt that pullCould ever be as deepAs the endless oceanOf true eternal loveYet It’s pretty to believeIn the opiate of desireTo call it love, to satisfyThat burning hungerThat yearns for the fleshTo use the body’s vigourAgainst some otherWho yearns in returnScratch that itchFor … Continue reading Desires Of The Flesh