to writhe a dreary tome unforgotten
play a  word one against the other
where once was love but never held
my head close enough to breast
of soft flesh near enough
to taste desire and
smell perfume her
essence in my soul
to feel a beating heart
to meld with another soul
bring my head up once to look
squarely in another's eyes then
feel my pulse rise rapidly my life
grown a reason to live more purposely.