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Conjugate

There is no point in pondering
the vagaries of size,
when passion, interrupted,
upon the hearthrug lies.

A disappointed expression
looks up with a wistful sigh
and urges that you give it
-One final try.

You force yourself to focus
and think appropriate thoughts,
yet, however you manipulate,
it just cannot be taught.

Exhausted, you fall back,
shattered upon the floor,
worn with the realisation
it will not come any more

Is intellect far better
than this lustful state?
Your Will replies in earnest,
'Its far better to conjugate.'

© Mohammed Miah. 2003.