The Argument Against Asceticism Fleshed Out

With sufficient effort, I was told, the soul
Can wriggle free of its attachment to the
Flesh, to float in bliss beyond the reach
Of appetites, of wish and disappointment.
What, then, would it do? Peace would be
Okay, I guess, but passion has its own
Appeal, and it, tonight, is taking me.
I ate the lamb and mashed potatoes,
Drank the wine, and heard the saxophone
Suggest that sex is nigh, and, now, it seems
That this is so. Oh, naked Anna, I'm upon
A tossing ocean in a fragile craft the wind
Has blown to you, who signals I should
Come to port. I will, and, once I'm safe
And warm, and slaked, I may begin to
Wonder whether I'd have anything to
Gain if I was unattached to you.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-12-30 at 13:51

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