||[Jan. 8th, 2005|09:15 am]
Necessity's a mundane, menial thing;|
The need demands that love become a chore.
Be not, you precious youth whom I adore,
Mere habit that each creeping day must bring.
Let me be not the bread or water bland
That keeps you live, yet has no richer taste.
Let me be not consumed with reckless haste,
To sate a mindless, bestial demand.
Be fancy, vagary, lust of pure desire,
Unfettered by the drudgery of need.
Feel not need's gnawing ache, no-- rather, fire.
No, feel instead the frivolous flames of greed,
Of needless pleasure, warm each graceful limb;
A thousand empires burning for your whim