Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Fragment #130

#130

Eros, the melter of limbs, now again stirs me—

Sweetbitter, unmanageable creature who steals in


Needs he no contrivance on his part, from the tree
He’ll simply pick the apple, the plumpest one when

He spots the juiciest, most tender, like the honeybee
He’ll dive right in, get his fill while luxuriating in the glen

He who brings love to others, in love he’ll never be
He’s heard all the stories, his only desire is to be free

No devices he devises, no instruments, no techniques do we see
When he is done with me, after he’s been with me, the wind

Will glide him away till another day and time when he
Has the desire for me will he for me selectively send 

Insurmountable he’ll wield his tricks effortlessly
And I’ll take in hand with his inspiration my pen

And write of the sweet yet bitter tune of flaming ecstasy
With him as stimulations my verses will flow, never to end









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