A New Pact

Pray, why should I write About your word like some gang Conspiring demise of love? Totally wrong though - Implying friendship; Making believe we hold hands. Pleasure is not social, dear, Always it is self Coming first to its climax, Treating friends like property. Can we make a pact Overtly different now, Meaning better than gang life? Privacy hates crowds Ambitious with their designs, Craving its serfdom as love, Tempting only lust. Pacts are impersonal A liitle too dry for me Console not, I love to risk Times when I yield love.