A Delicious Impropriety

It’s said, though it may be surmise,

before we meet our full demise,

one unexampled sense still lies

ahead of us: sufficient final recompense

for all incarnate life’s bewilderments:

the utter dissolution of defense.

A gentle flood resolves our last anxiety,

exacts no toll, no numbing false satiety

or peace. With a delicious impropriety

we’re interested at last.

We’re interested at last.

Interested at last.

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