Take me to the very brink of desire
Where the fire is hot, but I am not killed by the fire,
And the beauty of limb and breast and face
Makes me lose myself, but not in disgrace.
Let me stay intact, even as the parts
Of me scatter, as if there were a thousand hearts
Necessary to love her. Did you know in these times
Professors recommend against poetry that rhymes?
Don’t worry, I don’t believe the experts,
Or what they say about hearts.
Give me two contrary moods together,
Dionysian madness and Apollonian cool;
The only way passion can last forever
Is to mix the judgement of the priest with the love of the lowest fool.
Kiss me in the two extremes.
Meet me in white light; embrace me in dark dreams.