Art and Eros

Love Taints Everything

Often, around the middle of a week day afternoon,
I find myself considering the connection
between sexual  and creative energy.
Torn by futile lusts, I seek refuge
from the vagueness of the day
and the promise of endeavor
in reliable memories and fantasies
that spill, reliably, into sleep.

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