I want to live life dirty,
spilling my inner juice
on every floor I step on,
my feet making love
to the mud inside in my head,
my eyes dirty with lustful wishes,
my lips red of passion,
winey veins
beneath my skin.
I want to live dirty,
empty of judgments,
concepts and ideas
that were never mine
and made a home inside my mind
borrowed by other minds.
I want to get dirty
in my shameless nakedness,
legs wide open
thighs soft touching the dirty sheets
or his figertips,
as I write poetry
on the walls
that surround my dark fantasies.
I want to get dirty
and pulsate at the same vibration
as the entire Universe,
wild fire
burning the past from my skin.
I want to live dirty,
empty of anything and anyone,
free in my bare chest,
naked in the arms of a lover,
dirty in the playground
of my playful psyche.
I want to get dirty,
live dirty,
honor the whore in me
equally as the virgin in me.
So let me get dirty
and play.
That’s my sweet way of living life.
Let me get dirty,
and rest in it,
create with it,
thrive in it.
Let me create new roads with it
where the winds don’t blow
but whisper passion red like wine
and soft thighs
on smiley lips.
I want to live my life dirty,
at the nothingness zone,
where my Spirit is,
there at the playground
of my dirty, sweet and free fantasy.