How does a philosopher spend his youth?
Among the euersores and the harlots
Gamboling in the parlors and alleys
The light of a strong young man burning bright
In the feared twilight world of paganism
The portentous lothario loved flesh
In all its forms and contortions thereof
Each full moment a celebration
Of life in all its fulsome sinful forms
But what of sin and its accoutrements?
Where do the sundry crimes of life reside?
What part of sin is unloosed when we
Mortal fools liberally partake in lust?
Are our foibles and follies recorded
In some exalted tome to be perused
At the conclusion of ages and time?
Perhaps someday Augustine will provide
The answers to these quixotic quarries
But now the song of Eros slowly plays
In his mind and his unquenchable heart
Alone with fair Nemo and her lithe form
The thinker plants his love and his seed
The fall of man explained in a moment
Of unrepentant and euphoric bliss
Tomorrow is for illumination
Tonight is the time for lovers and life