my heart,

our companion is this breathing woman;

with whom we must be patient and,

concede to her appetite.

call these desires what you will;

they are necessary in the

balance.

it is, after all, the urges of this flesh;

of instinct;

impulse,

that keep us alive.

and if we deny the

impulses of those impious proclivities,

we may never realize their

purpose.

thus, if we are to take our fill of

literature, music and art

then, it is rational and prudent that we also

nourish our somatic counterpart proportionately;

for if she wanes we wane.

photo: a clip from “Kiss,” one of Andy Warhol’s earliest films

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