In friendship we share the grass we occupy with others,
and settle one another. By sharing our self
our character is explored by our company.
Mutuality is the ground for shared discovery.
But in lust, unknowingly we seek to do others down
by controlling them -we set the object of our desire
at a distance, or on a plinth, the better to control it.
The distance makes the grass we pretend we share
with them seem a much richer green than it actually is.
The nearer we get to our deceit reaping it's reward,
the duller the grass becomes in the sharing
-leaving the ache of want refreshed.
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