For The Waters Of All Estuaries

I have been thinking, those times you are not here are filled with thoughts most all of which concern the one that destiny has picked to be my running mate in what I now perceive as the inevitable fate of one who fought so many wars, and who was bruised humiliated and dismissed, who pried the greedy hands of the infatuated ones away, ignored their tears, their siren pleas and smiles. There may have been, so it is said by men of wise and wily ways, the spark or full-blown flames of LOVE, bandied about like tennisballs deluxe, too often there was sanity that had succumbed to lust, had blinded human eyes and bathed inside the mirror of imagined, tranquil lakes where waters still and clear reflected what the eye was keen to see and to behold. Oh how we fool our souls, we listen to cognition's song, which, clearly mathematical, serves up a brief analysis, and maps the road ahead, supported by the watchers and the elders in the crowd. The image rules in life, benevolence speaks loud, it nods its gratitude, it frowns if we but stray a step or two we simply must obey the laws, all handed down, approved and sealed to be the fate that man must fight to keep, lest chaos lead to anarchy and God himself butt in where the old Devil watches all while wearing a contented grin. So what about the heart, you say, naive you are, and innocent my boy! Man rose above the critters big and small by power of his mind, not by his heart, we would have perished long ago, knee-deep in foul morass of wanton lust, before the altar we must kneel receive the blessings of one God and fit inside a mould made in His name, then go and make a home, and build a nest, where fornication shall proceed but once to sow the seed for a new life, to carry on the name and all the tasks prescribed meanwhile we toil and pray, fulfilling deeds while ascertaining that we have no human needs, 'tis what we reap that has been sown a million little fishes, quickly made and grown to plunge head over tail into the cave where they will battle and find victory, one brave and agile soldier as he reaches home at last he signals his success through chemistry while God bestows on man a touch of celibacy. I disagree, my vehemence knows not a single bound, she spoke, her glacial eyes regarded mine, and it was heaven as I listened to the sound she came and kissed me and she tasted of sweet wine. All past was wiped right then, though deep within my head there grew resistance, and my hemispheres talked fools, there would be anarchy and many would dropp dead each life was sacred and each man must have his rules. It was a whirlwind, though it blew and left them whole though others tumbled and the screeching grew too loud, there was consensus that a force had turned a mole into an elephant; the sky became a cloud. Have you, my learned friends been touched perhaps by hands of love created only for your skin? I have not met another man, nor younger chaps that were content without the thought of going in and playing games like making love and feeling well to brag of conquering and dousing a bright flame they never saw that those instructions came from Hell, and no one noticed either blemishes or blame. No, it can never be that science should prevail where it is pheromones and more straight from the heart, it must be clear that such attempts will surely fail as unions joined by other hands will break apart. I have no way of knowing why I have been picked nor do I care, it is enough for me to be in an embrace when all our molecules are licked and where I marvel at the thought. It now is WE. If love were only an illusion sent to earth it would behoove mankind to make a substitute I have been blessed to witness personally its birth about all other things I promised to be mute.