Love and Lust

Lust's gotten a black eye over time, all demand and selfish sense of what must happen, happen now but how can it completely separate itself from what we know of love? Bible's lust is covetous, desire for someone else's object of pursuit, in truth a matter not of sex but of control. Who calls the shots, or gets the girl,who dies with biggest treasure trove of big-boy
toys wins. But then again, why must it be an "either/or"? On the morn I want respect and randy kisses, embraces of protection, yes, but passion, too. And if you favor just the sweet and not the heat, you've given up on intense propensities you label juvenile or idolatrous or think of, smiling wistfully,
as way-back-when excursions into fantasy,
a man who's lost the urge to merge, or woman,
your reason to cleave beneath the sheets, I understand.
But on the other hand, I still require those calories for the heart,
oxygen for my soul. Gravity has taken toll,
my body showing signs of gravity and age,
mere covering for younger version
just beneath the surface. Love and lust can
balance into something grand,
if given half a chance.



(c) Ellen Gillette, 2012