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.
~

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