There Is No Intent

There is no intent
This is here within us all
The voice of the mountain calling.

Slip your hands across the land of her domain
A world of love built upon a foundation of pain
Take all you need, take all that feeds you.
Take more than you need if the moment makes you.
Eat her, both ways – variety is the spice of life.
She begged for punishment through eyes of experience
Drag her down into the dirt, shirtless broken skin
I could drown in the ocean of her eyes, the windows to her soul.
Let me in, let me sin, break my skin.

Take me from this place, gold chains – the walk of shame.
You know what you are when there’s no one else around

poem by David Lacey
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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