Embrace (Poetry)

Embrace

I embrace his skin:
it is no longer sin,
for lust is a love,
and no love is evil.

His lips are an accessory
I choose to wear;
their redness complements
my ghostly pale skin.

Together in our nakedness,
shameless, guiltless;
our bodies are temples
deserving of worship.

When the bodies unite,
our minds transcend;
unlimited to physics,
this lust is euphoric.

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_{Poetry by Jeremy Mifsud
Photo by Mubariz Mehdizadeh on Unsplash}