Undressing My Soul

Past the event horizon
Of sexual healing
For I know that the feeling
Will never leave
Sex is a healer
Like writing heals the soul
It is a mask
It is a drug
It is an impulse of desire
Of human nature
Like a mask to cover the face
Like a drug to release the brain
Like an impulse as necessary as that to eat
A Sex A Fuck
Exemplifies all of these things
As well as
A connection of souls
Enhanced by love
To render one whole

But to write
Ahh to write...
It is a freer of masks
A cleansing of self to
Reveal the soul
Naked
It is the ultimate drug
To touch grab and
Throw up the soul
The ultimate sex of self
It is an impulse of
Freedom
A release of truth
Like an impulse of that to think
The being of life
The soul of souls
Bleeding one's Aura
Through the ink of pen
There is no color
But all of them
There is no piecing
But of self

To write is to know I live
To know I feel
To know of life
To know of nothing
To write is to know myself
To write is to self
To write is to know, no
To write is
Nothing.
Everything.

What you think
And what you see
What has been
And what will be
But in the present
Most importantly
And grounded from grounds
Like roots from a tree
Crazy
Insane
Love
Disdain
To write, to sex my soul
To write is my love for me