Saints need sinners
Everyone can feel like a
Nobody.
All it takes is a
Dose of creationist bacteria inciting
Ovulation;
on grounds countering humanity.
Freedom shatters pedalling gamblers.
Cards spiral up.
Hands
free
Offers new found grip on this moment.
Cha cha amorous
Latin her body speaks.
Acquaint within ear shot of an organic pulse
Inertia rests in patchouli scented tomstones.
Nobody sheds dull
the skin held in chains invisible.
Everybody still ignorant to the body disappearing into Huxtable’s fable.
Iris shows off her pupils under natural sun light.
Rainbow replenishes chakras.
True beauty
Illustrated by the refusal to keep a voice hidden
Saints need sinners. New mantra forwards a thinker.
Embrace beats without hesitation.
Life moves along with or without your participation
Posted on Aug 25, 2022, in POETRY and tagged Creative Writing, Emotions, humanity, Life, mortality, poems, POETRY. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.
Beautiful poem
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Iswar, I really appreciate š your comment.. thank you. Lovely to meet you.
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