in this little life, there is only so much to be done.
most days repeat rather than simply follow each other,
an unforgivable shame.
clearly the world is all suffering and pain.
I am still, however, tempted to fall for lofty declarations of love's
divinity in a godless world-
saying that, yet, love exists, a marvelous anecdote to cure our sorrow,
to fill our hearts with hope divine.
while certainly there is no "hope divine" (any such sentiments are those of a fool)-
I will not deny some excitement-
some strange sort of excitement I get when we
are with each other that is impossible not to entertain.
it often does make me wonder if, though
divinity certainly remains out of sight,
you could offer some variation or other of astonishingly secular hope.
it could be nice to feel that way about someone,
if this otherwise dreadfully dull existence must persist.
if we all must perish without much of a choice,
it may be a bit more tolerable to perish with a kiss.