inceptiOn

in a spurt of conception
life seeks expression.

in tune with self,
naught to mend, 
lust or wealth.

primal fresh,
supple flesh.
morning glow,
absent opinion
it’ll come to know.

mystic splendor
demands surrender,
complete vulnerability. 
sacred and bare,
immortality declared
just within me.

bashing in wonder
of cultural curiosity, 
a world to plunder
claiming no identity.

by K. Osei