Corporeal

“Neither of us planned that we would fall in love this way
But since we did, why should we be apart?
Sometimes some things happen that can never be explained
Now it’s too late for me. I’ve already given you my heart …
Who knows why we choose when we choose the ones we love?
Who knows why we do the things we do when we’re in love?”

– fr. lyrics of  I Can’t Say Goodbye to You, Helen Reddy

CORPOREAL
(My Hands of Play, My Feet of Clay)

escape, they say, mundane calls of modernity
“traverse virtuous path toward sexual hiatus…”
corporeal culture sprouting from sensuality
emerges like itchy hair of craving cactus.

temptation beckons like sweet cookies in a jar
embattled eardrums so inured, now deaf and numb
ruptures and car-masutras as sweet as nectar
against their harried words, I blissfully succumb!

(between
saint and sinner
is temptation.

between
sinner and saint
is conversion.)

– persuasion
is between
temptation and conversion.

(c) 2004 Chito L. Aguilar

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