Platonica Agnostica Poem by Jon Alan

Should Plato, knowing his fated love
Could take his mortals lusting flame
And give it moderation
Would he have given it his name
Could he have known the future pain
To know but ne'er ply love's sweet touch
Such noble veneration

Throughout the aeons his one fair act
This passion play everlasting
That one mere judgment should be made
The gambol's wish of senses wrapping
Laid to rest beside the curtain
Falling as the actors trapped
In passion's final fasting

Platonic was the judgment made
History's rigid visceral admonition
Bound by lovers holy vows
To know and feel but ne'er to caress
A lovers precious forbidden breast
Has all but rendered the Eleventh Commandment

Look upon her amber hair
Gaze into her eyes
Be the one who willingly wants
But want and won't now married
Thus did Plato cause to cease
Sweet passion, and banned it from consummation

Is it noble, this platonic affair
That wrests the fire from the loin
Is it prudent and very proper
That longing be entombed
And words, not acts, are offered
Securing fast the lack of action
Parlor talk instead of attraction

The soul relies upon the strength
Thy will dare not betrayed
And two such lovers obscured by trust
Locked in towers of fantasy's lust
Do hinder their longing with variation
Reach not to one another
And history is changed forever

From Plato's longing lust and flair
Betrayed by his locks of curly hair
Did he invent this doomed affair
In noble curtsy and deferential care

To love as lovers wont to share
But held by propriety fair
Defer to feelings they cannot share
'It is Platonic, ' did they swear

And Plato did become immortal.