Good Lust

What so wrong is there with lust...
If in such a way one can feign desirability?
If one can sense an embrace
even alone in the dark and behind
closed and bolted doors...
What so wrong is there with lust?

And to reduce a love to one without lust
is to know a soul so lonely that it even crys for pain...
To burn - just so that it may experience heat once more,
To bleed - just to ooze something that is not nothingness,
To sweat - just in hopes of thirsting again.

More than to love once again, let me remember...
let me drive this memory of acceptance deep into my heart
let me lust after the days of love...
and to love the bitterwweet reflections!

What so wrong is there with lust?
Dare a seed not to grow!
Dare a flower not to bloom!
Dare a child not to ask!
But dare NOT a love without lust...
For death in one form or another will find you.

January 21, 1999
(in response to someone)