Open up your chests
You broadcasters of truth
You Dirty Dogs

Fill the stage
With thundering laughs
Reciprocal volleys
In wakes of aftermath

The urgency of intimate telling
Casts off the bars of obedience
Creates the love the soul is yearning
Potentiates the sorrow of loss

Intimacy is a flame
Hot as sex
It fuses out
And blows away

Must all intimacy end
And die as does life and love?
To ensure that the only constant remains?
Truth with self

© 2015 Martin H Wilde

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