L

ogic tells me
you must walk
alone.

My headstrong heart
tells me to share
the journey.

My soul reaches
for your pain
to carry it.

Libido urges me
to seduce you
daily.

They are half-truths.
You need not be alone
but I cannot walk for you.

Your pain is yours,
although sharing might
halve it.

The libido, however,
may be
right-on.