The Chimera and the Agony

What we cant become

we must pursue, must return to
Light through the fabric of a loose dress
Light on the fat of her shoulders
You have to see it with your hands, or you never will
The energy spent by women and flowers
to arouse desire
divulges the importance of desire
The chimera of repose shimmers
fills and fools, welcomes and warps us
With the agony in all want
Any rapist or marketer
Any love song that mentions a gun
testifies to the agony of want
A man sees a woman bent with weeping
and checks out her ass
To seek ethics in this pit of kisses
is to go mad
I will give you another opportunity
to recognize my power
the young woman says, standing very still
The wind opens another door