sacrament

the unheard the unseen all come to life in a tunnel vision through shadows in hallways behind doorways iridescent colour of awkward smiles traveling endlessly desperately rivers lakes oceans submission of pleasure relinquishing love and.. what is this you say..

Love- has no boundaries?

my body polluted with clouded reverence preserved by indifference through fellows who by some sacred attempt of banishing wild obsessions take love for granted in pillows of shame. Where do i go now? now that i know i have no boundaries i am love i am love that keeps a man’s pride his denial of this sacrament i am love that takes life to depend upon the simplicity of this truth..

this truth that carries

unkept boundaries.. .