Love as drawn by the lusts of lesser men
Appears with the goals of possession
Though the possessor becomes possession
As his self is lost with the lusts of Men.
But, lesser men seek not a self to make
And herding turn to crawling fingertips
That lead amassing wide eyeballs that break
From darkness; and from darkness seeking lips
Find themselves fleeting as they, darkness kiss.
And where can lust lead but to groping lost
Desparate self-consuming avarice
(as lust denied will pay at any cost)?
To barter, like these men, love with semen
Would be like to barter bread for leaven.
