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Profane temples
Of all that lives and breathes

These bodies in motion
Carry you away
In a whirlwind
Of secret emotions…

Touch
The naked skin
To the bone
Is it desire?

To see you
All dressed
And the spring
In your hearts

To feel your bodies
And the essence
Purely immodest
Of the being.

Sail
Without a rudder
To feel the blues
Of just being.

Fly like a bird
Soar through the sky
Another bird
Fragile and free.

Tattooed bodies
Free from the chains
From the indelible marks
Of human passage.

The door opens
Mirror of the soul
Anonymous
Is it really me?

Lost in nature
I was able to find
My true nature
And I left

THIS BODY
THIS TEMPLE
PROFANE PARADISE
SO LOVED.

©Luc Martineau 2023