My torso is a drum
Reverberating under your closed fist and open hand
My back the mat
You wipe your feet on, careless, forceful.
And my breast the pillow
On which you rest your head and try your teeth.
You have taken and turned me
From human
Into furniture/instrument/tool.
You have dissected me,
Separated me into my component parts.
Tossed away every superficial thing,
Save(d) only the bare essentials.
The hands that bring you food.
The mouth that brings you love.
The throat on which you test the tenacity of your grip.
3 comments:
thunkoo
Jesus sez...
I love you.
Earthling...
Q: what's the MOST important objective
N our lifelong demise determined by us?
A: achieving Seventh-Heaven: in the
Great Beyond, everythang is possible.
When our eternal soul leaves our body at death
and we riseabove to meet our Maker,
only four, last things remain:
death, judgement, Heaven or Hell
according to the deeds WEE mortals
have done in our Finite Existence.
Find-out what RCIA means and join.
PS° I'm a re-boot NDE:
if you're RIGHT,
you'll see the LIGHT -
follow that to the Elysian Fields.
Let's be tethered2forever Upstairs.
Make Your Choice -SAW
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