A Reunion: Forbidding Fucking

A Reunion: Forbidding Fucking

Not mildly do the mem’ries fade,

But whisper still as years elapse,

Until this ling’ring masquerade

Is over, for a while, perhaps.

Why are the freely-born so taught,

            As often joyful as depressed,

To freely cling to Cupid’s sport,

            Who paints his targets on their breast?

And that same wingèd bastard’s aim

            Reminds me of a drunkard’s piss:

Is bound to failure and to shame;

            Is arbitrary – hit and miss.

And though the swiftest runners flee

            They don’t escape his lengthy range

When love’s displayed so publicly,

            A not so clandestine exchange.

But we, by a love so much resigned

            To keep it secret in all ways –

I want your body, not your mind,

            Could care less for such displays.

And in your private aperture,

            As pointless as resistance is,

We’re just like Tesla’s armature:

            We’re two opposed existences.

If we be two, then two we are,

            As are charged magnets also two,

Yet come together from afar,

            Sealed with some internal glue.

And when one magnet, turned away,

            Repels the other with a force

Akin to night repelling day;

            And years elapse, both mine and yours.

And if by chance we meet and so

            Remember times when we were wild,

Let’s not go in circles though,

            You’re married now. You have a child.