Everyone is deeply
lonely within himself and is equally motivated to share that loneliness as well
as to preserve it against the trespass. We express our liking by denuding
ourselves by laying open our hearts and inviting the person we like to trespass
into our inner solitude. Then comes a stage when the desire to preserve that
inner solitude becomes stronger than the desire to share it and we say to
ourselves and to the person we think we love. Thus far and no further. That
writes finis to that escaped and we are ready to launch into another. Love is
transitory, one dies, a new one burgeons with each new monsoon. Lust abides
tell we can lust no more.
Songs of love are
anemic but songs of lust are full blooded and earthly. “When spirit and body interlaminate
each other, they produce that lyrical experience; fulfillment. But when the
trafficking between them is unequal; when they are speaking as it were, in
different tongues then”. Between conception and creation, between emotion and
response between desire and the spasm, between potency and existence falls the
shadow.
License my roving
hands, and let them go
Before, behind,
between above, below.
All men are born
voyeurs performing the childish delights of stumping on a scene of unsuspecting
nymphs unclothed rather than stage managed acts of strip-tease. The male ego is
unconcerned with response.
And as the last show
sudden drops are shed from sparking caves when all the storm are fled
You women, I make my
way
I am stern, acid, and
large
Undissuaslable, but
I love you,
I do not hurt you
any more
Than is necessary
for you
I pour the stuff so
start sons & daughters fit for these states.
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