Flesh of Your Flesh (Poem)

Flesh of Your flesh,

blood of Your blood,

a note of sewage,

Intimate drop of your moods.

This is how I live

and I belong to you.

As your offspring,

instrument of your will.

Like an empty vessel,

May it be filled with your essence,

To you I turn my thoughts

and my noblest intentions.

enslaved by your desires and pleasures,

fall down and rise,

under the shadow of your foot.

© Charmel Rozen