i do not believe in some cosmic force
i believe in skin
with hands that can touch my skin
with a mouth that can kiss my lips
with bare feet that can touch the earth
not in some cosmic force
sometimes his hands
is the soft fur of a cat
gently touching my skin
sometimes his mouth
is a kid southing
hi guy
what is your name
sometimes his feet
is a dog
following me
around
PIETER KEEVE © 2026
Tag: poetry of life force
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THE GOSPEL OF SKIN
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RIDING THE BROWN HORSE
feeling like a cosmic criminal
like a stray dog
living on cosmic crumbs
invisible chains of shame
pull me down
the brown river
a dead fish on its back
when I look up
my eye caught the silhouette
of her leg
perfectly curved
like ten exploding suns
the smell of the earth and rain
the moon like cotton wool
enlightening a red and gold pagoda
early morning chanting
channeling the pulsating life force
back into my body
through my skull and back
PIETER KEEVE © 2026