A Musing

She said, if I correctly recall, That, for her, a sustaining love is an Absolute prerequisite for what Would be a total commitment of the Coupling bodies...and all that Constitutes the essential parts of the Eternal Soul; And I not so assuredly competent In this - the practice of such a higher Art! Adding, some little time later, that Being so chained, in what she described As an unfortunate consequence of a Most regrettable thrall, To a domineering Harlequin who, When mindlessly exercising the upper Whip hand, had neither modest restraint Or any amount of unimpassioned Self-control, Was, in fact, just a flagrant excuse For a base lust; Of course this was not to be confused With the laudable and gallant actions Conceived within the inner workings Of a steadfast and more openly honest Heart. And was I convinced that I was indeed Sincere in all my avowed pledges? And did I truly understand that all her Troubled life she had tirelessly Searched for one such as I purported To, somehow, seemingly be? How I instantly can bring to mind Those obscure and doubting mutterings... Still carrying upon an ill wind I Should not wonder; I think of them like the songs of the Naiads: what woefully remaining Sounding endlessly above the glassy Tinkling of a mystical lakeside's Stiffened and shuffling Sedges; You a modern-day Danae, infant Perseus Clutched to your swollen breast, your Little box, in all its abject Loneliness, now set adrift upon some Desolate and open sea. What turned out, in the end, to be a Pointless charade. Perhaps; but that Which, despite shortening periods, whilst Enduring felt almost timeless. Then of course this shared guilt... That will, shamefully I fear, Forever bind us.