LOVERS RELENTLESSLY
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LOVERS relentlessly contend to be Superior in their identity: The compass of the ego is designed To circumscribe intact a lesser mind With definition; tender thought would wrest Each clean protective secret from the breast; Affection’s eyes go deep, make morbid lesion In pride’s tissue, are ferocious with possession; Love’s active hands insistently caress The quivering body of shy loveliness, Hands that are desperately moved to own The subtly reasoned flesh on branching bone; Lovers regard the simple moon that spills White magic in a garden, bend their wills Obliquely on each other; lovers eat The small ecstatic heart to be complete; Engaged in complicate analysis Of passionate destruction, lovers kiss; In furious involvement they would make A double meaning single. Some must break Upon the wheel of love, but not the strange, The secret lords, whom only death can change.