Soul..

She could almost swear it was clear as glass how his soul protested as it left his body.
Was it expressing pain and agony for being attached to this simple body?
Was it being punished?
She did not know.
But she did know this much..
That it was the soul that felt.. Pain or happiness.
The soul that hosted this body.
The soul was what you referred to.. As dead or alive.
The body is what you referred to as ‘it‘, not the soul.
The soul is the master.
The body is the companion.
There is no living body without a soul.

Smother me..

Smother me..
Embrace me..
With your tenderness..
Captivate me..
With your affectionate
Whispers..
Expose me..
Unravel my unfathomable
And deepest secrets..