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Mortal Lust

Statue of old man (Michelangelo)

The very red scarf
Wrapped around your shoulders this morning
Over the black jumpsuit
And the fine features of your face
Aroused me

Though your body
Has bulked and sagged
And the skins on your arms
Have these aging marks
In your eyes I see
A soul with its eternal youth
And it rouses me
I’m filled with the desire
To make love
To your aged body

My hands are holding
Your fine gentle face
Your eyes are staring
At me and I see
I see myself in you
In time I will be you
What are you thinking?
What are you feeling?

We went to pay our respects
I saw the coffin
But I didn’t see the dead
I wanted to cry
But the heart was parched
I found no comfort
I lied awake those nights
Staring at the pale skylight
Wondering if it was all a mistake
To be there!

But the very red scarf
Wrapped around your shoulders this morning
Over the black jumpsuit
And the fine features of your face
They aroused me

I close my eyes
I’m giving in
You’re making me
Dance with your tongue
The firmness of which
Surprises me
Ecstatic waves
Come over my body
I open my eyes
You’re never here!

I’m traversing
Thousands of miles
Of the deep dark sky
But for a moment I can forget
For now I am possessed
By the thirst for flesh
Stirred up by death
Grief’s drugged my blood
With this mortal lust./.

Oct 04, 2019
Gnocchi Artyst

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