Flesh

August 28, 2014

Fingertips slide across my lips,

And joy floods to my soul.

Blood rushes to my skin,

I blush away,

I feel the sin.

Why on earth am I this way?

Yearning and burning

Not turning away.

But out of the darkness

And into the likeness

Of all that I hate of me

In you.

Flesh feeds flesh when flesh is weak.

Strength breeds strength in time of need,

When warriors cry, soldiers die

And a mother prays to the Most High.

Play your wits with all you know

Shine your light, let it glow

For every heart on its own

Desperately searching,

In need of a home.

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