Let vibes begin!
Cross-caroling alert the grouse!
Release to ribald swaying
the two within this house!
Come! See your thirsty creatures stir,
reject the cautions of the old and faint.
Lascivious is set astride God’s Sunday,
and zest secretes its looseness on your shirt.
When the upland spirit of your style
unplugs the waters deep in sin and saint,
all know it’s time for you to call the tune.
Put on your Bacchic green, be flower-strewn!
These feelings of unbounded possibilities, unbounded spring and renewal, unbounded possibilities in first plunge into sex, a feeling so far from guilt that the mutual collisions of physical gluttony are like a commandment. A commandment to know another as one knows oneself, a commandment to lay pure thought to rest, a commandment to experience life as even more than one has hoped for. A rush into divinity but as safe as being in school –which you actually are. In school, and with years ahead to learn, to differentiate, to say no, and how and why not to abandon the commandment.
(This is the first time I have been on this new and inviting website. Please thank someone.)