Love's labour's labyrinths
What next, my love?
We cannot love each other more,
but still we do, continuously growing
and accelerating to exasperation
while expanding and exploring
our development as two in one,
each following the other's changes
with excitement and exhaustion.
No one knows where it will all end up,
this thriller of suspension
of a different kind of love
that in its sovereign sublimity
transcends all mortal measures
to reach higher pleasures
than are thinkable in bed.
Let's just continue
turning over constantly new leafs
to never, at least, become bored
by this continuous development
of ever more astounding character.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-07-20 at 11:16
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