What is my body earthly good for?
When inside there's a soul aching to be loose from it
To explore all the nurturing lands and forbidden seas
Without a warm breathing heart to bound me
Like chains around my neck, electricity guarding each corner of my cage…
I want to see what I can't with these eyes.
I want to kiss what I shouldn't with these lips..
divinity is hypocritical, the promise of what we can never have. (unless we're dead) beautifully writen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the unknown is always within our grasp if we want it bad enough.