IF WE WOULD ONLY LOVE

If we would only love

and let lust be,

but lust drives the carriages

of love, beating

the foaming horses

with whip,

without remorse.

Lust seeking

fulfillment cuts down the

red rose for a welcoming hand,

and like that red rose

in its pretty vase

is by water sustained,

lust keeps love alive.

When the red rose of love

goes unwatered in its vase,

it withers and dies; when

the driver throws away the whip

and eases the reins,

the horses come to rest:

The lover is lost in the night.

11.11.2017