Who was the one, if ever they were same
As someone or other who eventually came
To foment this empty jug of feeling—
Bibulous to the point that allusion’s stealing
Eggs from the serpent’s mouth, or what’s to blame
Is amorousness regarding the cosmic game,
Or passion’s result prefigured an aim
Apart from in the unity of vanquishing—
Who was the one?
Honey, if delight in spite of this name
Grants bliss to wine or excess shame—
Or the best part of pairing in pealing—
What’s concealed thus more revealing
In fully waxing waned, as such became
Was that the one?