154: Once asleep I’m sick of love, disarming love; I’m diseased, too hot a votary of yours.

I’m sick and so I take a vow to a life of heart-inflaming desire — never touching you..
Trompe l’oeil conditions I now know approximate maiden hand abstractions.. (tripping
..each true heart taken up hot as a brand) ..and so well inflaming we can grow

our mind and body worship by your side, worship un-quenched, a general practice that warms us before perpetuating our healthful belief system. Or

do we prove a chaste remedy never cools, but heats our hearts for the cure?