13/33/1

The Sweat Lodge

The body is but a path
to fame for the soul
motioned towards
some endless goal
cyclical scores
silent-sounds are abound through space
making particles dance with grace
but sound lays in sensation
it's the waves from her plays
that leads me to temptation
the pleasure is pacing
through my bones
with every kiss
it's fear that erodes
our bodies have the codes
to all spiritual abodes
let's find there
and abide there
laying here
with a timed stare
blink and it's all gone
like an adventurous woman
if you can't keep up
the universe is playful
no soul is lazy with their feet up
I wanna love with the heat up
in this sweat lodge I met gods
thousands upon thousands