Of Eros, and Arete

~ Of Eros, and Arete ~
~
Of memories,
of who once we were.
Of quests,
to find who we might become.
Of thoughts we have,
yet think should not.
Of lines we draw,
only to cross.
Of searching,
through the sands of time.
Of thoughts,
that are themselves sublime.
Of texture,
touch,
and taste.
Of sensual curve,
to slender waist.
Of perfect fit,
and delight’s slip.
Of joyous dreams,
to misery.
Of Eros,
and Arete.
~

While you’re here, look around. Though you might find something to your taste, I am more confident you’ll find things that present opportunity for reflection.  If you’re interested in Poetry, there is a drop down on the right titled “Categories”, you might find more there…

About C.G.Ayling

Musing misuser of words, lover of lyrical literature, author, occasional contrary thoughts. An honorable man’s name, in memoriam.
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One Response to Of Eros, and Arete

  1. brantwijn says:

    Very nice. Loving the use of rhythm and repetition, and the progression of the relationship from something perhaps more innocent, perhaps a friendship in youth, to something more developed and mature.

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