"   For the moment, I am not fucking, I am talking to you. Well! I can have exactly the same satisfaction as if I were fucking. That’s what it [sublimation] means. Indeed, it raises the question of whether in fact I am not fucking at this moment.   "

Under full moon
Shall I have dined a hearty love
Charm the deads from hunger

"   Always do what you are afraid to do.   "

There lay the couple of lovers, shamelessly,
chest to chest, on the blazing
burnt grass; now, here, they
direct the rhythm of melting sun
with such rapture, heartful lust of their future.
Or perhaps,
leading the march of those
blades of green, dancing in frenzy into a ceremonial flaming feast
of the enlightening shine they showered over
on their first-day of finding
the other.
Lips to lips, begin to disregard any posture of callings or past, now
no longer of quoting love
of couples, but mere lovers of now; leaving no time behind
the backs of prosphrous,
the ephemeral heights of delight!
For being as one, never in single,
we were,
we are, as we will never be seperated;
for being in one,
we shall bathe ourselves in the nevermore pleasurable contempt
Of the taste of virgin being enough, breathing, only, in moment.
‘till forcedly
be engaged in the bittersweet
rebelion-
our last ever scream
for meaningless despair, in agony
from self-torturous,
blaming, of the notion
yet, I still stand on two lost feet,
here, in loneliness,
glaring up the blue skeeming sky, wiping the dust over my leftover defeated lust
awhile you have leaped
onto leave the earth
along with the whole Earth,
forgetting I,
in nothingness.