Conceptual Poetry: Poetry as Software./
for: do; while: alive;
lust rust dust
physical lust is like a pile driver
hot-blooded inclinations vaulting
over love and fondness for another
who hasn't a predilection for breathy
clinging, a hankering for an ardent
touch, a yearning to bend and vent
this urgency defines a relishing zeal
though not coveting a neighbor's mate
the keen appetite twists the brain
craving a mouth-watering kiss and tug
it's not the mania of an itchy palm
nor the monomania of a rutting ape
it's quite a sweet tooth to try and fill
licking here, caressing there, thirsting
for more - the skeleton fully aligned
then comes the time when stress and anxieties
leave one nerveless, sinewless, marrowless
ineffectual and inadequate
at what was so natural to do together.
James 1:17
Every good gift and
every perfect gift is from above,
and cometh down from the Father of lights,
with whom is no variableness,
neither shadow of turning.
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