There Is No Intent Poem by David Lacey

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