It's Just Flesh

The heavy shades close
over windows to souls,
Watching black nothingness
body numbs, mind controls
I,           I think of her
or dream.....
             When loveless young
ventured worlds
           with a shining new sword,
Readied
    to poke at will
murder, kill
       disposed flesh
except then,      it was tissue and bone
without thought....
Might as well of'v been machines;
The kiss has
and will always be
the tell, that fits a tale
for two tied tongues to tangle~babel
         over laughable love
hosting
dinner guest parties
toasting
lifetime love fortunate meeting
hearties,
Oh, the devilish truth
          forgetting the unforgettable
                 regrets, a chip in tooth
my tongue just loves to rub
or an open sore that closes
but never shuts.
I'd prefer to have mind
        then be a pile of cock and balls
waving varieties of barbaric warrior
swords
always searching for a place
to store it warm
and boast about the blood
that notches blade
watching tables turn they joke
who is someone
                 who does the walk of shame,
so what!
If I was never a warrior in that way
hearing many war stories
listening to the ones speaking
wise and true.....it's all the same
it's just flesh
the pleasures..........love.