The lover longs for the beloved in flesh and blood;
love is never so loving as the beloved’s own bod.
Your absence is a tease we would rather live without;
but for your presence, we suffer separation’s doubt!
Our master does not live in some gilded picture book,
but in the light of his eyes which animates each look.
There are many things we should forsake- like Big Fist;
we know that by your sovereign purity alone, we exist!
The cruelty we suffer at the hand of corporate greed,
is removed when we surrender at your feet all need.
Last night, I found the bottle to renew my oath again:
that love for love’s sake alone removes all bitter pain.
The day will return when I find myself on love street,
when Darvish’s longing and the beloved once again meet.
