Slaves to Passion
Why Buy?
Never really understood the allure
of owning another person; why want
a slave? Even for an hour? What impure
impulse to wish such power, wish to flaunt
one’s need for control by means of coin when
will alone won’t suffice? Coercion won’t
fulfill that wish for interdependence,
nor will all your money buy love—what whores
sell is nothing but release, liberation
from relationship . . . why is it we don’t
get this? To own is to be owned; and hence
we are ruled by slaves. Beauty bonds abhors.
Allure, Love, should sell itself in beauty;
no coin but freedom, choice is our duty.
David M Pitchford
19 May 2008
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