the lust is lost, the urge is gone
which at core had taken hold so strong.
not indulged but neither repressed:
subtly sublimated?  given a rest?
like  a hunger fast began
with starvation’s accompanying torture,
but beyond  a sufferance of days
evolving into  desireless forfeiture,
so the ache for sex surceases,
and in a forest of otherwise dark desires
seems but a bright haze burning…
then burnt-off by an inner solar fire.
tis no loss: the fairest appear
even more vibrant now and
unabashed with splendor abounding.
all beyond that urge
that was huddling darkly,
and confounding.