When suddenly I desperately wanted,
It must have been after wanting
The good I had calmly wanted, to end.
I did not want to want the good, again.
After wanting the good for so long
I began to believe the good was wrong.
I stopped wanting the good. I no longer knew what to do.
Wanting needs to be good—so instead I began to want you,
Because you wanted me—not the good—because I’m not good—but me.
You must have been surprised when I kissed you suddenly.
Why didn’t I want the good this desperately?
When suddenly and desperately I wanted you
You became the good—because you wanted me, too.
The good became living, and could do
Bad things—suddenly and desperately I knew
Love’s the good—the good which hates everything but you.