not to press the point but damn it

I want you above all...

could it be any plainer

or more in your averted glance than I can make it?

look at me...I stumble in my old goat's skin

eager to play the fool for beauty that won't have me


how could I know all the ones I had were

useless prelude to an old age of bittersweet horniness?

because you touched me at soul level and

because what past sojourns shaped our being here now this way

am I only to suffer like Tantulus the low hanging fruit that lifts away

rather than let me taste such a fleeting drop of loving?

damn it if I cannot live and die as I will have it....






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