Brain, work now as well as you can. br A one-sided passion is destroying him. br He's in a maddening situation. br Every day he kisses the face he worships, br his hands are on those exquisite limbs. br He's never loved before with this degree of passion. br But the beautiful fulfillment of love br is lacking, that fulfillment is lacking br which both of them must want with the same intensity. br br (They aren't equally given to the abnormal form of sensual pleasure; br only he is completely possessed by it.) br br And so he's wearing himself out, all on edge. br Then—to make things worse—he's out of work. br He manages somehow to borrow br a little here and there (sometimes br almost begging for it) and he just gets by. br He kisses those adored lips, excites himself br on that exquisite body—though he now feels br it only acquiesces. And then br he drinks and smokes, drinks and smokes; br and he drags himself to the cafés all day long, br drags the weariness consuming his beauty. br Brain, work now as well as you can.br br Constantine P.