Monday, July 13, 2009

No Common Simple Man

It is the soul which aches,
for repentence of this sin.
Which is the carnal hunger,
of men.
I shed the skin,
this mortal coil.
That begs for something more,
that forever aches, of the pure.
Which I have soiled,
with the sins of the world.
And I sit before you;
naked of the robe,
that is my skin.
And beg thee:
Love be true,
of no common simple man.

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