Love is throwing your heart in the burning fire <br />and being willing to see it come back a frozen hulk; <br /> <br />and doing it again <br />time after time. <br /> <br />Love requires that we set fire <br />to our brain, <br />and watch it burn <br />all in Love's Name <br />and Passion's Call. <br /> <br />Love is heat; <br />Love is fire <br />and we <br />are Mashmellows <br />of the Flame. <br /> <br />Love is time lost. <br />Who can remember <br />how long <br />the Loving Night? <br /> <br />Love seethes <br />with searing heat <br />because once lit <br />flames surge <br />and take away <br />our oxygen; <br />and we <br />swoon in the Euphoria. <br /> <br />Love is Yearning's Call <br />peeking from behind <br />the Banyon Tree; <br />Love's sight <br />peering between <br />the leafy leaves <br />fixing on figure and form <br />and then is lost <br />in a single lover's returned glance; <br />then <br />both fall down <br />to Soul's Depth; <br />most times <br />never to return <br />from that <br />Landscape Primordial. <br />Why? <br />Simple. <br />One does not interrogate The Flame <br />One does not expect explanations of Fire. <br />One does not await memos from the Heat. <br /> <br />Forces of Nature exist within themselves <br />and we are the Willing Slaves <br />which obey and cannot resist. <br /> <br />Extinguish the flame, ban the heat <br />and we are merely hulks <br />in the vestibule of existence <br />feeding but without life, <br />seeing but without sight <br />breathing but without heart. <br />Ahh <br />Would we have all of this any <br />other way? <br />We are always, its seems <br />in the cold and damp <br />willing to re-light the fire <br />feel the heat <br />even if there is pain.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/primordial-2/
