OUR NEMESIS (Poem By: Dr. Billy Alsbrooks)

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OUR NEMESIS 

Poem By: Dr. Billy Alsbrooks 

Uneasy in our own skin, the flesh our nemesis 

No matter how close we get, it’s never close enough 

What if the skin that confines us is  merely our thinking?

How deep could we love, if it weren’t for the prison bars of our mortality?

I could chew on our banter for hours, the tone of your voice the meth that I’m strung out on 

We attempt to feed our flesh, while at the same time trying to abandon it

My hands shaking from withdrawal,

seeking for an entry point to embrace your soul 

Our lungs desperate, gasping to breathe unrestrained 

Both of us trapped in the cage of our bodies

Frustrated that we can’t pour our souls into the blender of unity 

I won’t be satisfied, until I can hold the end of you

My tongue gratified, only by the taste of you

There’s got to be a way for me to get under you

To pull your skin back like soft Egyptian sheets, so that I can climb into you  

If only we could shed the chains that incarcerate our hunger 

But instead, we’re both dead from feeling something 

Those white French tip nails of yours, dig deep into my back 

As my mouth seeks to swallow your elegance, to drink our love like a passion smoothie  

We’re just two fed up romantics, searching for our own funeral

Stubbornly trying to bury ourselves in one another 

Even the flowers are jealous of our array of colors 

My teeth biting your neck, devouring the distance between us

Your legs squeezing away the lies that separate us

My hips thrusting, steady penetrating your mind

As I scribble spiritual truths on the inner fire walls of your stomach

Splash painting ecstasy on the banks of your warm river 

Our eyes locked, as I do everything in my power to break the dams of your New Orleans

I aim to flood your city of love with the undeniable 

Like Christmas paper, we wrap ourselves around the moment

Uneasy in our own skin, our flesh the nemesis 

Unable to feed that which starves, our serenity dies at the dinner table

If only we could shed the chains that incarcerate our hunger 

But instead, we’re both dead from feeling something 

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