There be – one, two – here; objects now beyond
And one is soul, the “I” alive; alone
The other? Body, flesh, and rising lust
Abating love itself forever more.
O vile and bitter love speaks bounds beyond;
Beyond this world term – souls unrest, till next
All men, untouched and trapped, here be so chained
Forever burning. Such is pleasure – filth.
Yet I proclaim of lust for love – this world
No love upon this world – remaining lust
Diseased dark hearts and I sit chilled, loving
This world my one remaining lover now.
The soul and body, I and all, are chained
This love and lust has me still feeling baned.