Shall We...
Who are we, to so deny
what nature has put into our hands...
Passion, glimmering brightly
a visionscape of erotic lands...
Where were we to go
within this careening fete
celebrating hearts and minds
and a glorious, sensuous heat...
Why must an impasse be foreseen
as we wish, and realize, and part -
too much to lose, too much to want -
More loneliness, many broken hearts...
When will our Time emerge
open, warm, beckoning us -
temptation unlocked, a feast
Upon our canvas of lust...
K.E.C., 1995