Amorality

the flesh refuses to understand the code of wont's,
like a river it surges taking the route of least resistance
filling every nook, every vacant space of the heart's desire
it is warm, and plump, and always pulsating,
alive, it breathes air and fire, and sees its prey
and pursues it, and bites and chews like teeth and tongue

you may shy away, and take the code and fall into the chasm of regret
you may run away and deny what commands this flesh makes

how can you? it is you from the tip of your hair to the tip of your toe.
how can you ever deny? you're all covered by skin, fixed and held.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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