My lost beloved
Ixion
Who battles in a land of his own.
For three ages shy of a decade
I
have slept with you, alone.
In our youthful waking hour
you would confide
your dreams
and fill me as the sun rose up,
sewing all my passions
seams.
The spark in your eye vanished
And fog soon took its claim
As
Leroy
your old MIT chum
Ascended into fame.
I never much cared for Leroy
then,
Evil
as he was sometimes
But now I lust for him daily
Though Ill never
make him mine.
Your utter obsession with Leroy
Makes him more yourself than
you
Which is why I picture him in your bed
And why I know that you do,
too.
No, I do not sleep with other men
Though I know you'd think I
did
If you thought of me for the briefest moment
As more than a book you've
read.
There is no need for other men
Other men after Ixion
Beware, there
is no need for life
Once Ixion is gone.
The riverside rises up
And in it
I will soon dive
Oh, my wonton Ixion
Are we still alive?
In moments like this
it is clear to me
That the meaning of life is but to be
And not to be.
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