Monday, 5 June 2017

The Consolation Of Eros

By Rory A.A. Hinton

That old cold freedom
Returns without consent,
Without concern,
Without my yearning
Tactile offensiveness.
His peaceful piece
Playing me again.
The consolation of eros
Less indifference.

Learning to get along
Without my hastening
The almost slowest
Suicide in history,
Repeating itself.
Her reckless impulse
Slaying me again?
The consolation of the hero
Less quest.

Being a passerby
By biding my time
Inside the hermitage,
In this age of the hermit
I am old enough to know.
Attention without
Attachment within.
I win the consolation prize,
Lest I talk.