Hate, resentment and contempt can motivate, corrupt and destroy.
I've heard love bantered around like it's a known quantity
But what is love and what does it mean.
Is love, a scent peddled by some sales rep
on the sales floor, working on commission....
Is love a construct, or an odd chemistry experiment.,
A slide under heavy magnification,
splitting the love atom,
stretching the laws of nature
A microscopic specimen on a petrie dish..,
Is love a brutal hard science?
We could examine what is beautiful
in the human genome..
Distill down the attraction of human architecture..
Our bodies, part of a miraculous chemistry.,
captivating, inspriring, divergent..,
Reaching for a speck of the sparkle.
A match to a flame.
Beauty can burn
Falling in love can incinerate..
So what of those few who are so stunning,
as to make us involuntarily quiver.
To bring us to our knees
to lose our good sense,
and automatically respond.
to instinctual senses overpowering our reason.
Contorting us with chemistry
I've wondered
Do the delightfully stunning
have answers to their own love questions?
Do powers of attraction
hold the biological combination to unlock
horrible demons,
melting my courage,
Dissolving my resolve.
A clever wiithholding of affection
A lock box, a vault
of pheremones,
releasing the weaponry of.
attraction..
Is your nourishment a home, cooked meal
or left-overs in a fancy to-go-box,,
I tear open the package
feast on skin and gorge on flesh.
,I get the family feast
but can only finish one piece
Hook me up with the special
Back-seat pick up.
A long distance, on line
go to obsession.
Sailing on rough seas of love.,
A love rip-tide coming ashore
tearing me apart on the jagged rocks....
Odds never in my favor.
Always favoring the house..
Love first tastes like sweet candy,
A beautiful spring day in
a sun drenched,
cherry pie,meadow,
,
Beginning in a church with solemn vows
Ending, jarringly,
in a somber courtroom.
I'm no player hater, with little need to rubber-stamp
what excites me or another,
, what you may find beautiful, worth
fighting for.
gorgeous flowers
eager to be
cut from the vine..
How could love be real when
there's.so much war
War for bragging and property rights.
are love and desire two
sides of the same coin
Are we satellites in the vast universe of space
on a mission to feed the magic,
the myth of love..
I have felt the rush and rumbllings of a tender touch..
It was my endless summer.
during the apex of my youth.
What wasn't examined so closely was...
I was born in the coldest week in winter
in a very high lattitude.
My filter tilted,
in this Western game
with a Western name
but
with an Eastern mind and religion
A spy, an outcast
here, in this foreign land
A punitive land betrothed to
the brutality of caste.,,
in a no deposit/ no return world. .
like sheep in darkness.
Love is bought and sold as stock.
on the open market...
A Madison Avenue hyped invention.
an arcade game at the fair,
Tossing rings and shooting guns
We sweat bullets for a cupie doll
Buddy Bee Anthony
Re-edited 2/4/2023 @ 4:55 AM Pacific Standard Time
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