poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit

In the gaze of every woman I meet the thrill of intimacy I find sweet The timid signs of shy lascivious hearts unveiled for me by Cupid's ruthless darts awaken a slumbering libido reminiscent of Aeneas and Dido "Meet me for tea or coffee" I implore of some gorgeous demi-god I adore and reach for her with restrained desire concealing my passion and prurient fire. "Perhaps" she teases, as women tend to I laugh at my sorry hopes; she does too. The paths we could never take - the chances missed at desire - are best forgotten for there's naught like might-have-been romances an already sour life to make rotten 17-VI-04
written for Claire, a lovely young girl from Chicago whose smile I secretly cherished with the bitter knowledge that she was a path I couldn't walk
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