Bare the soul And bare the breast;Farewell to the flesh.
Incense on my lashes
The scent of sex and rapture
Confessions glide through the salted air
With only lust to capture.
Release the blood
And release the breath.
Farewell to the flesh.
Altars on the asphalt
To the glory of god above.
Through heavy sweat they stalk the streets:
Paper tiger, paper dove.
a poem i had found on a FtM website. michael's i guess
1 comment:
i don't thing this is michael's work....if i'm not wrong, its from the goth FTM (gosh! i forgot his name).
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