MIA CULPA

Love it! Know the story; read the book; seen the film; got the tee shirt; lived it!! Barry

You must know the answer to your own questions. Lust is the chemical stickiness that forces us into cinnamon bun batter. This gluten will only hold its rise due to our other attributes, but not in isolation; dependent rather, how our attributes warm with the other's. Now blame: there is a sticky subject. Its other half is responsibility. And on its lake the better part of valour has a small cottage. I do think you have turned some wonderful phrases on this lathe of yours. Is this mere cowardice or the better part of valour? to take on the blame rather than seem dull & callow? Is this just Life’s lesson to teach me “to[o] fast” To live off slivers and be given ‘tests’ - only saints could pass ? Isn't slivers just how it feels. And, the answer is yes, time is the proving ground of trust and each heart is sufficiently sacred and fragile that a careful manager will use its long scale to weigh a lifetime's risk. Oddly, I doubt saints could pass the tests. The tests are designed to frustrate, gall, insinuate, etc., to find the sharped ends of personality. Women, not oddly, are the worst in the test game. Their brains have had tens of millenniums worth of babies to over protect to the point of asphyxiation, and it passes with little scrutiny into lover's bounty. It has been a pleasure to read your poem and to find the phrases for adequate comment. Brian