Full blooded passion

the soul trails
everywhere
my eyes see
prisons
my body only
grieves and cries
i could be rainbow
the spring
the trees that
start budding
a riotious green
or the lightning
that gives way
to roaring thunder
my physique
cast to track
divine pleasure
and vengenace
in full blooded passion

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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