The Flying Ship

The Flying Ship

Sunday, October 31, 2010

Flesh.

This flesh is only flesh.
Oh my darling, my precious one,
Reach through it, stretch a hand through,
Feel my naked soul under this shell,
This awkward enclosure of mud that I call my body,
Know I am true beneath earthly flaw and false artifice.
Because,
This flesh is only flesh.

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