Nothing is as good
As beating flesh in the wood
Thumping with a rush
Jumping out of the brush
Sleeveless, naked and sincere
Wholly aching to live
From the bottom forgive
Pulsing warm or bleeding salt
Attacks every fault
Honest, flawed and sincere
Bold, sore from the start
Only just to break apart.
Willing to be taught
Pouring out each real thought
Fleshy, heavy and sincere
