Naked Piece of Flesh

Written by Harsh

We were naked piece of Flesh
Never so fresh.
Heat turned snow
Into water
water turned
Into sudation
Sudation arisen 
Out of action
Actions that felt heavenly blessed
We were naked piece of Flesh.
Never so fresh.

Lights gone out
We travelled directionless
Mapping the curves
with hands intentionless
Making noise in whispers
Calling each other a raker
who raked a soul till it cracked
We were naked piece of Flesh.
Never so fresh.

A secret kept
A promise made
No expectations, out of this place
This moment is all to be treasured
No life-long leisure, no eternal pleasure
The bodies became the playground
No referee, no coach, no thunderous cloud 
We set the rules ablaze
We were naked piece of Flesh.
Never so fresh.

Image Source: Tracey Emin, You Keep Fucking me, 2024. Acrylic on canvas — 205.4 x 279.4 cm / 80 7/8 x 110 in. Courtesy Xavier Hufkens.