The primal youth

The virtues of youth in love

is but wax,

Their sexuality is but flames

of lust

That erupts like a volcano

Giving chase for a life dear.

Like a loaded fire-arm,

It explodes

Maddening the victim enough

To charge more and more

Without judgment.

The sealing wax melts

In the fire of the primal youth

And the fire then reigns no more

In this but a messy remain.

                                             Opolot Simon