Sings Songs

My body sings songs to me every day,

As she wakes me up at 5:55 every morning

To worship a rising sun. As my muscles

Stretch upward towards the sun gripping

My bones, I know I am loved by the sun.

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My body sings songs to you every day,

As she wraps herself around your body

To conquer and succumb to love. To feel

Your body accept mine in a state of

Paradise, I know I am loved by you.

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My body sings songs to spirits every day,

Because the soul trapped in my body

Is missing someone dearly. A ghost

From my past life that still follows me

Reminds me that I am so loved.

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My body sings songs to the city every day,

Dreaming of labor, I too want to sell myself.

And just like the moon commands the

Moths, I too am drawn to the distant city

Lights. I know I am brainwashed by the city.

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My body sings songs of service, and I am

Most happy to extend out my calloused hands.