Each Act...
By G man767
Each act done e'er leaveth mark and trace upon thy flesh, and winter's cold and sadness are clouds above thy gazing to mine, for affection. Be we merely two strangers trapped, like prisoners of the flesh, together cast within time's forces that our fates should meet here, of all places, at this corner. Let us warm our hearts quench our thirsts... partake of that sacred, blessed fountain-- to want no more. Lest we, as cowards, should mourn of our past misgivings, and thereby judge by forever's sake. --G-man767Love's drive to dream forever finds ageless beauty even within the human mortal predicament. (Or, the poem might be an Ode to Dickens, about a drunk and a hooker, both religiously raised, albeit defiant, ultimately attempting to justify their animal urges Written October 2nd, 2001 © on Oct 01 2001 04:36 PM PST 18 • 16 • 12
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"Each act done e'er..."