desire

 life's strange kiss has found me
and runs its tongue along the dimensions of my core
relentlessly pulling at my inner being
and moulding my desires like yielding clay
into forms most unfamiliar ...
what to make of it this new lover,
this new time,
these navigations one must undertake ...
the new surfaces,
the tilting planes?
i am torn between the poles
of hedonistic excess and the attraction
of chaste moderation.
ideals strain to map the new situation,
stretch to accommodate recent decisions,
as helplessly,
i strive to absorb my experience.