The spirit longing
The vessel void and longing for that pure carress. A pure and comely spirit, one who has seen the darkness and emerged a wiser being. One who sees not only with there eyes but also with there soul. A sensuality rivaling the splendors of the seasons. There are many forms of beauty and regaurdless of the magnificence of her grace or the smoothness of her skin and the perfection of her curves without the passion and sensual connection the soul stays longing for a carress of meaning. I realize that the carress I seek and long for I can never have. I value the integrity and beauty of that sensual and pure spirit and know that like everything I touch I somehow eventually corrupt. The darkness in me contained by my will and the honor of my word but over time the coldness of my being infects everything I hold dear. To have integrity I must accept the solitude and dream of the carress I'll never be able to accept.
By Matthew branton
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