My God and My Gods--2

Monte, You are jealous.  i understand.

I am very suspicious of myself.

Is mine a polyamorist's demand?


Am i saying, "i Love You, my Dear Spouse,"

While also saying, "i love a New Girl,

i make Love to her in Our Wedding House"?


It's all the more wrong since Pan's not jealous,

In Their plurality They lack Your Ire,

Your Fire against me is Your True Telos.


                               *      *      *


I do not claim to have the Right answers.

You should Storm against Me for eons and more.

The Dance--it is You!  We are only the dancers.


Along with Your Rage, i hope for Mercy.

Yes, i will always break Our Covenant.

As long ago i broke mine with Darcy.


Everlastingly i will Worship You,

Everlastingly i'll leave You for Pan.

Everlastingly i will Follow You.








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