BREATH LESS
I
have refused
thetemptations
that once
mademe wild with
desireand though, at
times,that
luststill hangs as
heavy as
an early morning
fog,I refrain
fromthat which will
makeme
weak.Yet, is it
not
enoughthat I love
youand have
smolderedthe old
burning
flameswith an unnatural
coldnessfrom my
heart?
RAE **
1978
INTO THE SANCTUARY
MY MAD PEN
LUCY