Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Not for Want of Love

No longer willing or able even to aspire
To make connection
Across years through text
Not with their author, purported only
But together with that end toward which
We two yearn
But for the long unregarded stacks
Or clicked on legalese which
Were it read
Would count to hundreds of actual meaningless pages
Of words never read even by their writer
Were there one
The flesh withers and retreats even from climax
How can one care anymore
Never achieved, as though that were the right term
Hallelujah approximately
There is never any want for meaningless flesh
Who wrote those words?