yearned unyearned

in the spine-shiver chill of whelming darkness
prodding the drowsy amber with stick
for some inkling, awareness, heat, light
the beggar in the patented torn-stitched wool
confessed of his many vices
...............to the pauper
in peshmina, a wild eyed, fellow sojourner

said the patented beggar
to the peshmina pauper
the vices remain not vices
when owned up to and eyed
hold on! with faith, you'll conquer
love, yearned and undeserved
loses out to
love un-yearned and deserved