1
My love may be Platonic,
my desire might be patient,
but my lust is not -
what the mind solely enjoyes
the mind and flesh
coming together in lust
want to enjoy,
if ever briefly,
in corporeal unity.
2
The too patient mind
inside its ivory abode
can ever after remember
the entanglement
of limbs, the long-awaited
coming,
feasting solitary
on the remembered
sensations,
after together with the flesh
they have had their moment
of fulfilled lust.
29.10.2025
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