Love Is

painting by Elena Kotliarker.

Love Is

“I love you simply, without problems or pride; so

intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”

--Pablo Neruda.

Love is magma muscle,

the vertex of the flesh husk

we choose to inhabit.

Love is the engineer

that directs the plethora of emotions,

the executive producer

for the daily broadcast

we consider as our life.

Love can, and perhaps must,

overpower the darker impulses,

can smooth them out,

even eradicate them.

If love were a hormone,

it would spring from the heart,

treating it like a railroad round house,

providing for itself several routes of egress.

Love is not lust, not greed or avarice

or selfishness--no, it is the antithesis

of these;        selflessness,

                      vulnerability,

                      integrity,

                      honesty,

                      near transparency

Love can be too often misunderstood,

misinterpreted, misaligned and misused

by a sweet tooth,

     an erection,

     ego, preferences

     and inhibition.

Life can be reduced to mathematics.

Love can combine math and heart emissions,

and provide startling solutions

to problems, diplomacy, negotiations

and relationships.

Love can be the departure & the destination

                     the before and the after,

                     the darkness and the light,

                     the reason d’etre,

                     or Cupid’s curse.

Jesus wept,

out of love

and the lack of it.

Glenn Buttkus

Metaphors

Posted over at dVerse Poets Pub