Gyrating - Poem by Naveed Akram
The soul gyrated and swung into crevices
Of sisters and brothers, linking with the word,
The word sprung from the words to offer.
The soul likes you when you offer forgiveness,
Forming a routine of the gutter, and the guts.
Never can the being of the body be disturbed
By longer poems and their likeable material.
The soul gyrates on an abhorrent line,
Making you shrewd and happy with it.
Let this body be beautiful as it burgeons
In ways of the word, as the agility of eternal manners
Becomes absurd to the touch.
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