Staying with poetry, here are some words of mine that I can’t quite get out of my head. Particularly the last four lines. Depraved. Raunchy. Dirty. Filthy. All words that make one side of us recoil and the other side salivate. Everything is relative, of course. For some, dirty means saying the word ‘fuck’ while making love. For others, dirty means going at it on the restroom floor of a fast food joint. And then there are those who take it to a whole different level.
Doesn’t matter. We all know what it means to be depraved. To be slutty.
To be free.
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Wrapped in binds of abstinence,
And wept into an ashen grave,
I lay to rest the word ‘depraved’.
But starved of hunger, guilt, and fear,
Inner demons slept each tear.
To dream of times before.
When teeth were sharp and wolves would play
Flesh a feast, each curve was prey,
And lesser words to inner gods would pray
What happened to the word depraved?
Hunger in the baser side,
Left too long, too long denied.
I think it seeps between inside.
Why now?
So I let loose the wolf and beast
Gave leave to hunt the worst and least.
Let free the bounds, though leather frayed
And lived again the word depraved
Primal and simply lovely….I like your work and will be back.
everything you write is golden.
golden.