You don't have to be good.
You don't have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through
the desert, repenting.
You only have to let
the soft animal
of
your body
to love what it loves.
YOU ARE READING
You
PoetryThere is nothing here. But- If you really wants to open it, Thankyou so much. And Welcome to my world ;)
You
You don't have to be good.
You don't have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through
the desert, repenting.
You only have to let
the soft animal
of
your body
to love what it loves.
