Zywa Immortal soul

Where are the disguised gods?
I wait in the surf
for the heavenly pleasure
for which I exist

Desire is foaming
between my legs
where my heart beats
to be touched
by strange hands

which let me flow out
into the world, an ocean
of sun and moon, ebb and flood
white with sweet-salty flakes
fertilising the coasts
with my immortal soul

Poem 4707
Amsterdam, 2022-10-09

Collection: It takes a lot of tries to make a début 
Keyword: Desire: lust 
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