James Walter Orr (02, June,1930 / Amarillo, Texas, U.S.A.)
While waves of passion lap the shore,
I plumb the depths of Eros' lake
And drink it dry, and look for more:
Oh God! , that this desire might slake
And ease my need, damp that desire
That keeps my very soul on fire
And burns away each bridge I make
And slides me back, each step I take
And sinks me deeper in the mire.
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