Pleasures of the flesh


conscious poem conscious poem


“…Wounded hands, feel the rawness,
Streams of blood running dry,
Purify and extract the lifeforce!,
Unfulfilled pleasures of the flesh,
Breed frustration, engender anger,
Sour is the taste of repudiation!,
A knee to the ground, I decline defeat,
Soothing and healing my heart is serene…” 


Michael McGregor 

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