Second Circle
We cannot condemn the lovers,
but rather relate to their longing.
Together, but never again able
to experience earthly touch.
Doubled over with passion,
where Dante can only faint from the sight
Of the two imprisoned
by their overwhelming love.
She recalls romantic memories of the two
making love with their eyes open,
the light sweat glazing the crease
where pelvis meets thigh.
The coming ecstasy, the tired touch.
To live in punishment from loving too much,
and caring too little about
anything but the lover.
To love someone more than the self,
more than God.
Alexandra Ustach
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