Never-Love

It was as if he couldn't keep on loving
without some greater pain to open him.
Sado-masochism, the disease.
Sin, repent, and vent another need.

To give or to receive the pain.
What will your mood bring home today?
The habits of a life are strangely varied.
Ingrained, the feel of family endurance.

Play the games, role-modeling, but
never let them touch your beating heart.
Close, the flesh, at best a shorter distance.
Wake, and walk away from sensual.

It was as if he couldn't keep on loving
without some greater pain to open him.
Sado-masochism, the disease.
Sin, repent, and vent another need.

Wait another day or two.
The boomerang is rushing back to you.
Heart and soul endure the suffering.
Release will never lead to ecstasy.

It falters on the altar of denial.
Inward are the many trials judged.
Never-love, he finally found
the greatest pain of all...

? Michaelette ?

6/6/2002
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