Creative Poetry: Ecstasy - Soul

There are poems about love, and life, and sex. Then there are poems about the soul, that transcend all things else - and yet, need them to express themselves. This is one of those works.



Stand in the middle.
Close your eyes.
Feel the coarse touch
Chill run down the spine

Try to grab it

Open your fingers

Feel it escape your grasp

Hear the perverse wail.

Wrap your arms around you

Give yourself some warmth

Or sway in sinful pleasure

As it overwhelms your being

Open your arms wide

Give yourself up to its caress

Let it ravage your closet

And lay bare your secrets

And when ecstasy blinds you
And you sigh satiated
Look at it in the eye
And kiss the air that forms it.