“Though lovers be lost, love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.”
―Dylan Thomas Moving towards death,
he abandoned love
like a single glove. Once there had been
time for everything.
Lust and desire,
two types of fire. Women, lovers, Muses,
he opened like an explorer,
not only their lithe legs
but the wild generosity
of their willing spirits. He wanted to cherish them.
He wanted to please them.
He could not stay with them.