Armed more with truth than reason, I reject <br />variety in love. Anticipation <br />for me is all its glory, dissipation <br />from mating mateless the aftereffect. <br /> <br />Yet daily possibilities charge at us, <br />and the initial steps seem far too easy, <br />so that, I ween, the founders of our species <br />never loved a thing when they begat us, <br /> <br />though the result at least was pregnancy. <br />Masturbation’s no more solitary, <br />I think, than safe sex swinging voluntary, <br />fearful of loitering and vagrancy. <br /> <br />Who has not worn his heart a day and found <br />a hole that only love and truth can sound?<br /><br />Edward Wright Haile<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/zz-335-i-reject-variety-in-love/
