Poetry Corner Wk 2: Touched


Drunken orgies miss the mark

The inner pod still empty, loosened, dark

Making up for lost time, I wonder

Back to my origins, healing, lack.

Deftness hearkens back to the start

The spirit birthed in me, understood, brought to light.

‘Come home, return to your Master,’

I hear, amidst it all, beckoning.

Intimacy touched, inwards, exposes

Loves large longings, hidden asunder.

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