#prudish
The frail engines of the past
still linger
on the fossil fuel of indoctrinated
perceptions of love,
that were a wonder of the old world.
But found to be filled though
ignorant filters of the present.
Prudish, falseness of male masculinity.
Were all engines of unfamiliar injections.
That fuel, the love bound within
the pistons of our revving heart.
Fossilised yet each of us
still seem to be able
to ignite the fuel of others yearning.
The old engines are redundant,
new ages of passion
fuelled by the spark that a generation
accepting that the fuel of love isn't singular.
But that we ignite off any source
that'll help our heart run in unison.
May 11, 2018
May 11, 2018 at 5:31 PM UTC