Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Love’s Inquiry

I often speak of love; where love is described; but what for love? It moves a boulder, somewhere a psyche, a subtle suggestion; which morphs into a mountain—afraid to say, “Love”; or more enlove—to say, “Love”—racing through emotions. Oh the boundaries of love; the turbulence of love; to retreat for love. That’s a secret note; to see love spin, and trek patiently; where love evolves, to know for want, to realize nuances; for love is brutal ecstasy, shrouded in vessels, to exhaust but a frame. “I love you through promise.” “I love you through actions.” This is the meaning of, “I love you.”     Love endures; to shower vagueness, where such is detested.     “Tell me now,” we utter; somewhat confused, to share a cup of coffee.     Most want perfection: a giving love; a blind love; a love without boundaries.     It’s quite romantic, and it lives in degrees, to love beyond perspective—but something’s lost, where something’s gained, a delicate tradeoff.     Are we there: gone and crazy, as intimate as chimps, to pardon hurts for love?     Do we give—that very thing—in which we crave?     If so; than this is love: a different frequency, and all consuming, to wrestle for love.     I stand a bit jealous for love; enlove with an ideal, which colors love; for love is a vehicle, to require fluids, to charge for engines; and love is kindness, a showered compassion, a focused attentiveness, where such is unmonitored; and love is debate, honest and pure, where love is accounted for; in which for closeness, a richer us, to invest for years.     We learn of love, even spatial love, to see an individual; where love is frustration, a turn of currents, a shift in personalities; where the old and new alternate.      

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