Colin F. Jones
It is the attraction for the chocolate sweet
That magnets great desire to taste again.
But does desire give need to thus repeat
Though satisfaction one might well retain?
Is love not selfish that it tempts reprise,
And surely, seldom given without receipt
For receiving love puts love back in our eyes.
Thus, wanting what we give is what we keep.
Is not the chocolate like a living God,
Who, like its sweetness, becomes a mock desire?
That the corn is praised but not the vital sod…
And what is really water turns to fire.
Sometimes you know a coat is nice and warm
But in the summer it is never worn
©Copyright May 17, 2001 by Colin F. Jones