The Sakura

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Dreams memories there sacred, they are all alike in that they are beyond our grasp. Once we are even marginally separated from what we can touch, the object is sanctified; it acquires the beauty of the unattainable, the quality of the miraculous. Everything, really, has this quality of sacredness, but we can desecrate it at a touch. How strange man is! His touch defiles and yet he contains the source of miracles.

Spring has begun the young are wild with it's evergracence. Young people get the foolish idea that what is new for them must be new for everybody else too. No matter how unconventional they get, they're just repeating what others before them have done.

It all began with a subtle glimpse under the Sakura. If I follow the rule of attraction blindly, and am no more than an ass;
Break it and am only human.
The spirit of Lust is manifested in ways countless as the
sands of the Ganges.

A Man's Root is strong, it's a favourite thing;
If one is alone at night, I embrace it fully
A beautiful touch is all one needs
Within my fundoshi there is an entire universe.

 


Submitted: May 06, 2021

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