Beyond It's Disease
Photo credit: Diane Aldis
Beyond It's Disease
It's easier to talk about romance than it is to explore the meaning of love
There are entire industries exploiting the chemistry between magnetized bodies
drawn to each other and how the games are played
But love is quite another matter
Simplicity is deceptive; walking in the rain, holding hands, touching lips,
rubbing noses and such
Justifications are raw: birds do it, bees do it, some do it like rabbits do it
Instincts are primal: moaning, cooing, glances of fingers;
their naked tips skimming bare skin
Love is a dance; roaming each other's worlds together,
and assumption of understanding, a suspension of disbelief
A confirmation of mystery we can only glimpse through mysterious fog
Appearing and disappearing affirming us contradicting us
Heart shaped boxes of chocolates, dozens of brightly colored roses
and glass cutting diamonds express more of opulence than love
Love is quiet and considerate, subtle and reliable, present without grandeur in the most ordinary moments
Love is what we do when no one is paying attention and the beloved may be miles away
But it's presence looms like the welkin and the sea
We navigate meetings at the crossroads, at intersections,
and at junctions aviating in midair because we long to share stories
with someone
We long to dream with someone
We long to be in deep with someone
With someone else
Or is it that we long to be complete, an integration of our dream worlds with our story worlds
into one world?
One world that holds two
We don't know what love is but we believe until it comes
We don't know what love is but we lust for it like liberation
True lovers, true rebels embroiled in passion between polemics
True rebels, true lovers sweating normal like a fever getting beyond it's disease
Beyond its disease is a new cosmology – new ways to roam through each other's worlds together
less estranged more excepting of differences that won't dissolve
Two souls unassimilated
yet integrated
Two souls on separate journeys together improvising on interplay, to New Jerusalem
keith jeffries
Fri 18th Aug 2017 21:02
Thank you for this beautiful composition and in particular the line, ¨ Love is quiet and considerate, subtle and reliable, present without grandeur in a most ordinary moment ¨. It shows maturity of thought and emotion. Thank you indeed. Keith