POEM ” INSTILL THE SELF IN THE SOUL” by martin gedge
Inside the fire
that burns desire
and stains the memory
fills the hole
of self and soul
instilling registry
just like the glue
of skin tattoo
so deep inside the core
that when you sweat
your bound to get
the eyes of wanting more
into the veins
through valves and strains
a rush to blush the twine
upon the stands
of every glands
that mans the very mind
and pure of heart
will make the mark
as lifers passing by
in looking back
you had the knack
the will to satisfy
and at your best
upon the chest
you rest in fields of gold
you wrote the book
on every look
in every age you old…
by martin gedge ©
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