Body & Soul: a poem by Ina Morata

Body and Soul

 

The problem with souls

is they have bodies:

Mortal and ageing,

tied

bound

trapped by life’s conformity.

 

The trouble in a soul

is its guardian:

Self-protecting,

fallible

frightened

foe to itself.

 

The torment of my soul

is what it wants:

You.

And one dark soul

is powerless to guard against

a kindred spirit.

 

Captured

Body and Soul.

Forever yours.

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2 thoughts on “Body and Soul

  1. Sir says:

    Dark… light… eternal and yet fleeting as a firefly at dusk
    what the soul knows
    and body yearns
    are pale copies of love, not unrequited
    but full and rich as dark chocolate…
    with raspberry drizzle
    maybe some vanilla ice cream too

    What we want is the same
    and when
    and when
    and when we meet
    in person
    oh…. and when
    and when we meet in person
    the brightest supernova will pale to smoky wisps of mist as our passion rips a hole in the space-time continuum with a cataclysmic orgasm…
    or two
    or three

    then again… maybe we’ll get breakfast instead

    Kisses and Spanks

    Your devoted Sir

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    • Ina Morata says:

      I wasn’t expecting that! 😍 You leave me speechless, breathless… As ever, your poetry is simply stunning and as wonderful as you are, Sir. X

      Like

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