My Body Talks

My body speaks,
It screams at me,
telling me to do
all sorts of things.
Pretty things,
not ugly, it'd seem,
but I can't sit with it
all the same.

Yeh, it convinces me
Once and a while,
Yet I hold strong
In physical denial.
But I'm open for
A body to talk,
To go back to being
Something natural and wild

Does your body talk?
Does it tell you things
About mine? Are they sweet?
Can it feel the beat
In passion's heat
Can it pulsate with life
And you never feel a thing?

I have a heart
Somewhere in my body
But my body, it screams
To drowned out that little sound
The only thing
That doesn't scream aloud.