High of Appreciation

Love Poem

Everything we do is drawn to life
Just to get what we feel we deserve
By playing games with moon beams
Waking angels; Breaking tides
Because it burns through the veins
Gripping its cold grasp on the brain

Scrap and claw the flesh of your face
In hunger for relief-Nested in that skull
Jesus taught it in manufactured doctrine
Where sex was left out
And the w***e was better off unstoned

Some things could never be bought
They are designed to be shared
Made to be broken
Created to be given and taken
All for the high of appreciation