What a man wants to do to you
Is way beyond my control.
What he will not do is write you a love poem,
What he will not do is the nothing we understand as the soul.
We are computers, and the more things computers do,
The more inputs create responses less specifically you.
There you are. The radiant hair,
The beautiful face, and now everywhere.
The larger inhibition is always the larger face
Until we miss the part in the mysterious whole,
Whose ongoing progress keeps us moving to a larger place.
Where are you going? I was just beginning a song
In honor of you, my desire being so wrong.