Love, for Love’s Sake
I have loved romantically
while being oblivious to its depths,
confined to the surface,
grasping at facades of
who I wanted to be
and who I wanted to
completely consume me,
growing mystified by
and inevitable indigestion.
I have loved, by sticking my head
inside an alligator’s mouth on a dare.
I have loved the greener grass
and the path untraveled
until detours revealed illusory scope
and textures tricking optics
into grasping curves
bent into ripened shapes
by light’s deception; I have loved
but a figment of her living ghost.
I have loved an imagination
and watched it slain by her reality.
I have loved deep
into the core elements of another
swiftly and inexplicably,
with the instant shock
of total immersion into
slowing until bonds arrest us
in an exquisite insanity,
tricking the brain
into seeing love and attachment
as one and the same,
which renders all into ashes.
I have loved at first sight
and it seared my retinas.
I have loved
despite my best efforts not to love,
which, in essence, means that I have failed
at both loving and not loving
I believe therefore
we call it “falling in love”,
for no sane person
would willingly choose
this brand of nonsense,
steering directly into it
as one who wishes to be warm
plots a course directly into the sun.
I have loved over time against my will
and it was wonderfully traumatic.
on its head
my game piece
the gator’s mouth.
I now love, knowing
its tremendous highs and incalculable lows,
the capricious nature of reciprocation
and whimsically fickle access to action
to fully experience and share,
fully aware that I wield little power
over the gambit,
only my position on the board
of an ultimately unsolvable game.
I now love with a full heart, knowing
that though I often experience bliss
and wield love to lift her
to fleeting triumphs with me,
ultimately I can never win,
and even as we run out of moves,
as we retire or surrender to fate
and, inevitably, as we
begin to lose each other,
the game will continue.
I now love,
not as a matter of choice or dare,
not with purpose nor design on winning;
I now love without purpose
because I see little purpose in not loving,
and also, aimless, purposeless love
is just love for love’s sake.
I now love that I love.
Shared at Poets United Poetry Pantry #442.