Creature Comforts

                  

In the season of passion

the body rises to the occasion:

beyond one peak of pleasure,

lies another, higher, more

more alluring ... and beyond?

Just the infinite sky,

overarching above all

joy and pain, in cascades of light.

There the very body cries out:

enough--I have tasted all that flesh

can offer; truly, I seek no more.

But then, when the months of drought

return, like a salt-starved palette,

the body screams of its hungers:

I want love, I want solace, I want pleasure.

even God needs to be hugged and held

sometimes; every soul needs the comfort

that only one body can give another.

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