The Animal (Flaw) In Me.

As the lips touch

The hands grasp

                        Onto something

            anything

The bodies intertwine

The skin molds

To hold together

To hold up

The love

The passion

The infatuation

The urge

Needs

Wants

To quench the desire

The animalistic

                        Error

                        Sin

            Failure

                        Of humans

Fall of man

Betrayal of a woman

The feeling of satisfaction

That only

Pursues

An addiction

For more

Of the

Seeing of the light

Of the

Breathing of heaven

Can you feel

With another

Or

Alone

How must you

Answer

The call

Deep within your

Greatest desire

As your soul cries out

As your heart yearns for something more

Something of substance

something to last

something to

feel

alive

feel

full

feel

feel

we hide away

keep the parts with flaws

in denial

we stay

believing we can be unseen

invisible

our lives

we tremble

we shake

utterly dissolved by fear

not seeking

to reach

our wits end

yet we hope

we dream

we fantasize

of the more

that only

ourselves

hold us back from

the lifetime

awaits

where will you go

and

where will you be

will you choose

solitude

achievement

or will you

choose the ultimate

unity of the lips

the flesh

the ultimate

sinful

and

everlasting desire

that builds and shatters our core

answer the call

rip away the curtains

that cause you to be hidden

no longer unseen

naked and free

human and animal

all in one

desire and pain

from the flesh comes flaw

from the soul comes desire

from the heart comes love

from Him comes forgiveness

from your choices comes happiness, pleasure, fulfillment

Untangle the ropes that bind

Break the shackles that hold

And

Set yourself free

Release the invisible you

take the hidden part 

and

shine light  

To feel the gravity of life

The air of survival

The flight of passion

Built by the animal

In you

The animal

In me

the flaws that keep us human

Reviews

[Anna Blackburn]

I love the structures of your poems; they really show the emotion in which to put into the word. I get a real feeling when reading this poem, which is too transparent for me to describe, yet I feel it rising it's head barely above the crowd. Keep up the great work!

[The Twin Arenas]

Pretty passionate. Passion is everything.