how the things we
can't grasp
are the ones
that we covet?
Absences, dearths,
sins of omission:
these fascinate
more than plain
interest might
explain. Perhaps
it's this obsession
with lack
of satisfaction
which accounts
for the way
our hearts behave:
always chasing
after gossamer flashes
of lust with
nothing much
stiffer underneath
rather than
the blander
but tougher guts
of deep-
ly intelligent matches.
