Reflections on the River of Lust
To be swept downstream
on the river of lust
is the reckless result
of despair.
To be blind to the rapids
of mating’s strong pull
is the mindless attempt
to console.
To ignore the undertow
of deception and lies
is the fool’s vain quest
to survive.
To head for the fall
in a barrel untight
is the daredevil’s denial
of fear.
And lust masked as love
is and endless loop
of lonely hope
and hopeless loneliness.
