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STANDING ON A BRIDGE BETWEEN LUSTS
STANDING ON A BRIDGE BETWEEN LUSTS
Why is it our fault that we fall into desire; O, falling star
Falling from a bridge between two lusts, stay standing so
That I do not defile the beloved with a sordid profligacy.
Do I see her this way; a plaything of pleasure? No, I do not!
I see her a so gentle a creature worthy of the most caring love;
Such as it is that my torrid fire would utterly consume her.
And, so I hold back the lure call leaving her alone and yearned
For; filling the space between us with the most unspoken frequency
Of desire that it becomes a legend of no purpose but of sad duration.
Yes, now let us lament for all the halting and begrudging space that
We relegated to this retrospection and summoned it back from all
The incomparable circling so that this lurid lust was a pall bearer to love.
The time of desire and all its recollection is but a relapse into endless
Illness of tragic unfufillment whereas the falling into lust is but the
Flailing of our inner beast into the sacrifice of all our noble predilections.
Noble or ignoble is the question. Whether to pluck the lovely weft from the
Loom of love or to not possess such a secret lightness such as a dawning
Day and to watch its softness endure by all the freedom from lust possibly endured.
Let us raised our blood to an extended work so that we may hold it at a high
Level so that fulfillment need not come from lust. To contain oneself is to
Transform the world outside into the land full of inwardness of soft duration.
