Monday, July 28, 2014

Lust MayNot be Love

 

weary of those who speak of lust,
lust but no love,
I finally arrive at the snow-covered plain,
seeing what's behind the boomer,
the mindless has lust,
the greed has lust,
the blind has lust,
the tamed has little lust,
the trials are lying bare
to be blazed by brave feet,
I spy tracks of hares near the bushes,
language has no lust:
no words showing it.

 

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