For The Love Of Mortal Poem by Patti Masterman

For The Love Of Mortal



Why does pain excite
When pleasure can't;
Love is boring,
Strange is good;
Why things are backwards-
A strange etude?

Why does boredom bite
With duller teeth,
Than sharp embrace
That hides the wound;
If we be mortal-
Then sing that tune?

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