lust

The Things No One Teaches You About Love, Poetry, Lust, Marriage Or Failure

Illustration by Helena Hauss

I am learning to reevaluate
all concepts and notions long associated with love.
Someone once said that it’s not always rainbows and butterflies.
But it’s not always rain and thunderstorms either.

Passion, Desire, Lust,
This is what they say, or,
Light airy kisses, sweet sugary words.
This is love or,
This is what they say, anyway.

If a fire is reduced to embers,
Can you still say it’s fire?
Or does it lose all its meaning and all its bearings to the world?
Embers, ashes, flames,
We’ve always had the habit of naming things, anyway

I am learning to reevaluate
All concepts and notions long associated with love, but,
Sometimes I cannot tell one from the other,
But sometimes it’s not always confusing either.

Serenades, poetry and letters,
Slow mornings, walks, wine and late night dinners,
Warm showers, making love, hiding under the sheets,
This is love or,
This is what they say, anyway.

No one ever mentions,
Dirty laundry, microwave dinners, dishes and unwashed floors,
Not even family feuds, career fall outs, unpaid debts.
There is cringing at the talk of:
vaginal infections, sore cocks, nausea at four in the morning and,
Fetishes, abortion, gay sex and threesomes.

If there are no beach weddings involved, or stolen kisses under an orange sky,
If there is a shortage of I love yous and you’re beautiful being said, then,
It is’nt love,
Or so I have been told,
Because this is what they say, anyway.

If I make your skin crawl, and you push me to the brink of madness,
If there is no fluttering in my heart, and there are no stars in your eyes,
Can you still say it’s love?
Or does it lose all its meaning and all its bearings to the world?
Companionship, coupling, commitment,
We’ve always had the habit of naming things, anyway

I am learning to reevaluate
All concepts and notions long associated with love.
My skin isn’t always alabaster, and your fingers aren’t always smooth,
Understanding doesn’t come at times and,
Forgiveness isn’t always easy either.

I am slowly throwing away
The imagery of school girls and teen flicks:
Hillary Duff in her ball gown masquerade, Cameron Diaz standing in the rain.
I am slowly discarding
The concepts of complicated forbidden romances:
Titanic, Gone with the wind, The Great Gatsby, all in that order.

Bit by bit,
Once concept at a time,
One notion and then another,
until all that remains,
is how you feel
and how I truly feel.

 

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Submitted to ArtParasites by Ena

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