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September 2009 
some say love
Posted on Apr 14th, 2009
by 
mary
mary
some say love is mirage
pooled across those lonely white lines
desert dove keening on the singing wires
and the hitchhiker, blowing kisses at passersby
even through scowls
somehow, love knows when to smile ;-)
some say love is commitment
working through fever
drawn down to bone
a mantra
some say love is obsession
a crucible of desire
a reduction to essence
too pure to know
too hot to touch
like the tears of christ
on that lonely hilltop
in the long hours before
a mythic dawn
some see love as currency
illegal tender
stuffed into coffers and slid
between cold sheets, hoarding
for rainy days that never come
though ever conjured and tucked neatly
into wan promises
and lackluster lies
i don't know love the way i dreamed
falling into the holy fire
as a matched set
but love found its way regardless
through four-chambered granite
grinding boulders to dust
exploding cinders to fiery spirals
pulverizing dreams and desire
pressing forth, hard, unceasing
like sun
and moon
and rain and thunder and quaking earth
love moved the marble capstone
to set itself free
a wild torrent to break and pour
through tent cities and seedy bars
tin cups and empty eyes
cold steel, bruised lips
harsh words and whiskey dreams
and in the sharp light of morning
after a good spanking
love stumbles to the medicine chest
a malodorous alchemist
working through two aspirin
and a slapdash bloody mary
unleashing the wonders of
v8 and beer
yes, some say love is hair of the dog
and some say it's the tail
securely attached and wagging
helplessly and forever
but i say again, i do not know love
not the way love knows me
a swashbuckler, storming
my ships of relation
with merciless ease
no quarter given
no holds barred
and taking no prisoners!
pooled across those lonely white lines
desert dove keening on the singing wires
and the hitchhiker, blowing kisses at passersby
even through scowls
somehow, love knows when to smile ;-)
some say love is commitment
working through fever
drawn down to bone
a mantra
thy will be done
thy will be done
thy will be done
thy will be done
thy will be done
some say love is obsession
a crucible of desire
a reduction to essence
too pure to know
too hot to touch
like the tears of christ
on that lonely hilltop
in the long hours before
a mythic dawn
some see love as currency
illegal tender
stuffed into coffers and slid
between cold sheets, hoarding
for rainy days that never come
though ever conjured and tucked neatly
into wan promises
and lackluster lies
i don't know love the way i dreamed
falling into the holy fire
as a matched set
but love found its way regardless
through four-chambered granite
grinding boulders to dust
exploding cinders to fiery spirals
pulverizing dreams and desire
pressing forth, hard, unceasing
like sun
and moon
and rain and thunder and quaking earth
love moved the marble capstone
to set itself free
a wild torrent to break and pour
through tent cities and seedy bars
tin cups and empty eyes
cold steel, bruised lips
harsh words and whiskey dreams
and in the sharp light of morning
after a good spanking
love stumbles to the medicine chest
a malodorous alchemist
working through two aspirin
and a slapdash bloody mary
unleashing the wonders of
v8 and beer
yes, some say love is hair of the dog
and some say it's the tail
securely attached and wagging
helplessly and forever
but i say again, i do not know love
not the way love knows me
a swashbuckler, storming
my ships of relation
with merciless ease
no quarter given
no holds barred
and taking no prisoners!
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But in the end love is a surrender
a letting go, a release into the bliss
of I know you
I am you and
you are me ;-)
But it feels so good to be separate for a moment
so we can come together again
we must surrender
there is no love, resisted
for where there is resistance
there is no love
and good point!
we could not know union
without separation
for is it not separation that creates the gap
to synapse across?