"Lust too is a jewel a sweet flower and what pure happiness to know all our high-toned questions breed in a lively animal." Adrienne Rich
So these days i find myself scouring the somewhat stolid sure shores of of seeming lust, which Adrienne Rich says is a jewel. I don't see it this lenten weekend.
I didn't give anything up, maybe i'd switched from walking out of dorms into walking out of cars, right? I laugh as I say this, not really ready to say I am empty since I was taught to never lie and I do not feel this after all,
More like a solid breathing discomfort at the squelching snow on my solid leather workman's boots lighting a cigarillo with a spark lighter and wondering what you're up to. My love's not so easily gained, i'd written once in a diary entry
and I suppose maybe it isn't, but maybe it is the weather because things didn't go as fast as I had liked this past baptismal season but they still seemed fine.