The glory of lust

‘Lust, Lust. It’s worst’

Many burst.

Lust is not a ghost,

Nor a devil, nor a peril.

The tender grass on a rocky patch

Is tender to taste for the toothless

Cow, old enough to die.

It is lust. Who can hate.

‘Lust, Lust, It’s the best’

All murmur in secret.

01.05.2002