Gospel Chronicles
The truest form of poetry
Lies naked on a page
The way cold natured people
sprawl in summer heat
Sweat the ink
Tip of the tongue a pen
coloring passion
on a canvas of skin
Poetry a bed
scattered with literature,
crumbled pages and
barely spoken questions of
can I ask a favor.
Poetry makes you beg for it
foreplay feels better when
it consists of a caressed heart
touched by the immutable moans
from sensual discourse.
Nothing else needs to be written
gaining understanding
our only mission
while worshipping the
god in you.
Your body becomes see through.
Your light is what makes you
beautiful.
So let your radiance shine
and abandon thoughts
of your body's discrepancies
You've always been flawless to me.
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