Λόγος,

Bonus post in case you want distraction from other things going on

Why fall in love again when only pain
And sacrifice and odours of decay
Will be your last reward
If you are faithful?
Why, knowing this, do we still seek to bind
Ourselves to one another here in time
For life and good and ill until life’s end?
Why is the pall of possible divorce,
Though seen by all at almost
Every wedding, too taboo
To mention?
How is it we can show such bravery
Yet be so superstitious?

Why not fall in love? It’s only pain
And fear and present comfort
Keeping me in chains
Of possibility.
Why avoid what binding love demands?
Surely to be free is to spend freedom?
Moth and rust eat every hoard in time,
But what you spend in love is yours eternal.
Therefore love and lovers should demand
The absolute, or close as they may come,
Both of one another and themselves:
No half-hearted sacrifice is worthy.
Some hearts harden; some vows falter, fail:
While yet time remains, let us be gentle.

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Posts are admittedly rarer in these times—the old archives are nearly depleted and new poems take time (and the time they take is their own, not my schedule); still, Winter will be hard upon us sooner than you think and it is warm in here. Why not