A man I once met,
a man I met recently in fact,
asked me – by the very by! – which I valued more:
“Wisdom and its logical progression, dear man,” he enquired
not a little stealthily, “or
the emotional explosion of a desire properly expressed?”
And it’s true that in that instant of its initial bad posing –
and posing he clearly was,
this man I met then –
I might’ve been heard to reply in favour of the former:
for which sensible, rational man like myself
would dare to decant for the irrational?
But I then had a real, a very real,
to reflect in profound intelligence, as more and more lately
such reflection is my thing;
and precisely via the rational processes
this man had clearly suggested
were infamously disconnected from the desire that
drives our crazy sex,
I came to a new conclusion, quite radical
in my mind; radical at least
for the man I have been to date.
For it’s become clear to me
that without the drive of desire
the reality of true wisdom can never be acquired.
And whilst – for the minute! – my opportunities to express
my own honest-felt emotions
are equally radically truncated
by curiously unsubstantiated circumstance
and expectation, even so
I no longer will ever give up on the thought that has
in order to achieve a state of kindly wisdom,
all human being who wishes to remain the human
we’ve always seen and been
needs a full and honest, even as gentle, channel of expression –
an expression as much of their fine and unabashed sexuality
as of the content and texts of their undoubted intertextuality.
And whilst it’s just as true that we never can know
when love will touch again
the skin, surfaces and depths of our souls,
at least let us stay open to the fact of its former reality;
at least let us remember when the stories it told
so fine and
narrated our daily lives,
and led – as they did! – to wonderful moments
of such fabulous cool.
And who’ll be the next to embrace our still
shivering, tender bodies?
And who’ll be the next to hug hard and soft and
then everything between, and then
kindly and driven, and then
filled of scream,
and then slowly recovering
and then boldly returning,
and then finally becoming of both sides of this equation?
“With the right support everything is possible, ” they tell us.
With the right support,
and the wisdom of this
honest, never tiring
desire of a very humankind …
… which finally we recognise to be this grandest of the grand.