THE OBJECT OF MY LOVE
May 1st, 2020
Titian / Public domain
The Object of My Love
Madam, whom to ‘objectify’
Is modern sin,
I can't, yet, help, faced with your feminine,
But view your form, your nape, your hair and thigh,
As beauty’s definition; wired
In me, a deep imperative,
To seek this lovely difference, desired,
Despite my will, (though hoping you forgive).
May be, while we are other, we’re the same,
Sharing the human species and its aim?
To super-add the person, who
Is who you are,
To your rare person, to increase so far
The pleasure of my conference with you.
To bestially efface her, I’d
Refuse the double privilege
Of human being, seeking to divide
Your nature and deny our lineage.
When you require my love to touch your skin,
You have me touch intelligence within.
So since, sweet love, imponderable
For us, that we
Cleave indivisible duality,
(And flesh a lens for better mutual
Knowing beyond our eyes) let’s use
Our differing forms in Love’s extreme
Articulation, bringing with it new
Endearment, causing even life to teem;
Obedient, let's consent to kiss and play,
Agreed rejoicing is the proper way.
This poem appeared in the September 2019 edition of the New English Review