Do you believe in corporeal love?
I ask as you rhyme and feign
appreciation for those you’ve crossed
in love or pain.
Whether built from rebellion or rushed affection
You swear to me blindly
There’s a spark, a connection.
But you’ve never found your place
in the barriers, restraints
That torment and harrow
until you’re soon erased.
A societal spirit that falls
for false elation in a worn out play
where desire is shunted, loyalty praised.
What freedom to float with you
amidst that modern plain
where names are not marred
in a celestial vein.
Where love is captured,
breathed in and soared.
Rushed between every crevice
unleashed, enjoyed.
Southern Wild 