Soul and Body

the soul rose above the lust of the body the fingertips learned braille breathless yet shy curves craving for a study the soul is neither masculine nor feminine they all love the spiritual violin the mind eyed them both with a grin never underestimate the powers of a good spin you need logic you need magic the self hissed I don't belong to the patience shelf the conscious shrugged shoulders blamed the subconscious peace by fusion a momentary confusion tasting eternal feeling infernal if it's explicit it's gotta be parental a gig of voices clouding the temple walked away the lonely heart i was nothing but a chew right from the start tamer hossam Copyright © tamer hossam | Year Posted 2020