Is It There
By SunRae copyright
walls are silencers
keeping seperate
all
awakenings and desires
criss cross
sections of human garbage
stagnant
with the odor of sweaty
flesh
that craves nothing
but it's own full-fillment
wrenching
twisting minds
bending
to fit the norms
the secrets
having been exposed
are trangient into being
lost pages
of brown rotting paper
kisses
have no communication
touching lips are not desire
unatoned
beauty is not in your
meaty thighs or your
hardened phalic
it is only in
your being
that place within which
love has not touched.
so you don't
want to give up that virginity
saving
is greed
sharing
is desirelessness
