Recalcitrant Poem by Brian Purdy

Some recalcitrant part of me
still hungers after ecstasy

I'd kill him off, that childish one
who whimpers softly, dusk to dawn
yet cannot spare his company
for he is too much part of me

So, suffering child, come to me
for comfort given clumsily
We'll pillow-fight from dawn to dusk
and hide from thoughts that turn to dust

then will wrestle paradise
from worlds that we have sometimes spied
afloat across the silent dark
visible from mattress-ark

Star above and star below
(stars within, which do not show)
beam us to a higher station
bring us into new relation

and if this is not perfect passion
still it will suffice for ration
Perfect moonbeam, arc of night
return to us our first delight

If ecstasy is reachable
let this soul be teachable
The two of us set out tonight
return us to our first delight.