Strip For Me

Chemicals of dubious legality are fueling orgies around the globe.

Where is the palace of wisdom we were promised
In devouring our bodies with our souls delight?
Where is the palace that wisdom promised if
We offered the flesh of virgins to the face of the night?

Strip for me
Bare yourself before the gods that bear you in their arms
Dance
I won't do you any harm

Pray for me
Pray to me
I'll worship you

Adorned in the feathers of our season
It would be treason unto the soul if
We were to pass away the hours beyond
Each other's arms. I won't do you harm.

poem by David Lacey
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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