Lust gets a bad rap in the Bible
with its focus on forbidding
a controlling and compelling need
to have this woman or that thing,
demanding satisfaction right this minute.
But every negative that hides from light
can be turned over, glorified, revealed
to be a gift. The Garden hummed with
lusty procreation. Likely also did the Ark.
The Song of Songs with all its palm tree
climbing and those sacs of myrrh between the breasts
are not just metaphors, you know.
Desire fulfilled (a sweeter name for lust)
is in there too, producing not just momentary
pleasure, but a tree of life that grows
and goes through seasons, giving shelter
from the storms of life, off'ring shade when
we are weary, branches we can play on,
swinging limb to limb with monkey love.
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2022
On this April 30 I was thinking of Lerner and Loewe's song "The Lusty Month of May" and this is what happened.
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