At a Distance

In a thousand ways is
Love to be held a stranger,
to be kept at a distance,
and to be wholly abstained from.
Some there are, however,
whom, in their weakness,
you may keep miserable and wretched—
those whom you have easily rendered
submissive to yourself.
For he who plunges into Love,
perishes more dreadfully than
if he leapt from a rock.
So away with you, Love, if you please;
keep your siren call to yourself
and never be you
a companion of mine.
Unless of course it is
with that sweet…

© 1975, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.