Raw
A life lived raw..
You can embrace no greater flaw
Nor live a life more honorable,
Taste no truer freedom.
Heartbeats of brutal honesty
Pump blood as pain-filled and naked
As death herself,
Yet that nakedness cloaks her in beauty
For she grinds out the essence of this life.
Through death and pain,
Not life and joy,
One can learn to truly live.
She pulls us to her bare breasts
That we may catch a glimpse of life’s precipice,
And though she’s often thought as cold
It is not so.
She warms those who allow her
Engulfing us in a blissful end.
While we float with her in eternity,
Gazing into crystalline eyes
We see:
A life lived but once
In both naked beauty
And raw pain
Is a life lived well.
