Never been the one for lust.
Love, now that’s a different prospect
altogether, for its patience is slow burning
and isn’t drowned in desire losing
its initial far thrown spark,
Chinese firework like, one big explosion
then nothing, the basic act
of the terminally pretty.
Love though confuses people, for
they think that if you say you love them,
their heads are turned, they believe
you have crossed the border into
infatuation, where as all you mean
is you love them, that lust is not on the agenda,
that love is just that, the love for another
Human Being for what they offer the world,
for in the space of meeting you,
your insecurities, your abundant strength,
your fascinating cravings, I find
I love you and I will do
for as long as the light in you
shines.
Ian D. Hall 2016