The Past Is like a Sculpture
The past is like a sculpture:
Cold, unyielding stone,
Shaped in all the heat of life
But now best left alone.
If you'd like to look at it,
I'm sure that you will see
Someone somewhat similar,
But not the same as me.
The difference is in loving you,
Which changes sex to light,
From ego-driven ecstasy
To mutual delight;
From self-consuming pleasure
That can the self destroy,
To self-surpassing tenderness,
And joy in giving joy.
I am no longer who I was,
But am completely yours
In all my passion and desire,
In all that faith restores;
So do not turn away from me,
Jealous of the past,
And we in our embrace shall dance
To music that will last. |
| Nicholas Gordon |
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