Love that lasts but to consummation
is only lust; youths mistake for romance
the basic call of flesh to know flesh.
But love that lacks consummation
is little more than intimate friendship
given well-wrought decoration.
No letter written in Rome between
episodes of goughing blood is
worth even the clumsiest embrace.
04.04.2023
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