Life Is Beautiful
raw flesh of fish
rolled in tiny white grain
fear of the descent
in the widening black pupil
yet the hope surfacing
brimming filling about
to roll down
tiny mouth twisting
why do we hide
under the dark bushes
of passion n possession
i could sense her
pores of sweat
budding blossoming
into a fruit of forbidden love
the security of insecurity
arent we all human with flesh n blood
like the fishes we are eating
what is right
what is wrong
velocity of thoughts
the magnitude of dreams
n the vector of fantasy
we are easing into a peaceful
sleep now
life is beautiful
Copyright © Francis Osho | Year Posted 2016
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