Legion

Pacing, writhing.
Laughing,
crying. We are
one and
we are many holding
hands, dancing. Look
at me
with pleading
eyes and bite
into the
black-hot flesh
of our
passion. Drink in
the essence
of
your fathers.
You are
your father.

Reviews

[Maria]

wow this was very powerful and intriguing at its best. Loved it.

[DevinPerkins]

This just makes me imagine a "primitive" world of an ancient race of people who loved to just be wild people. Wild as in, living on a beach, having fires and partying every night, but in the day knowing what it means to survive and be a live. Better than this s**t we live in now.

I'm not sure if that's what you wrote about, in fact it probably isn't the subject at all, but it's inspirational nonetheless. Your poems are awesome.