The Old Ache

I awake
With an old ache,
Half pleasure, half pain.
One can not
Refrain
From the red hot
Thought
One ought
Not to think
When dreaming (or awake).

The devil does wink
At my old ache,
Half pleasure, half pain
And whispers “you aint,
Got restraint
And you know,
You will go
There again,
And taste the kiss
From which you ought
To refrain.
And then deny
With the old lie,
Of thought”.

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