Love is only

30 Jul 2000

Love is only fear.
Tethered to another for a span of time
one always resents the bonds
and struggles for freedom as a bird to flight
through anger, betrayal or indifference.
Really, it matters not how
only when.
And, when that perfect union
made in optimistic, lustful, joy
becomes the tedium of mundane chores,
then comes the turning away.
Love is only possession.
Which is, of course, nine-tenths of the law
and always running after what can not be had
tires one so
so that shackles become preferable to chasing
and finally one realizes
the benefits of owning the help.
And, possession of an object is only desirable
when others desire what is owned
and the chance for showing off prowess at the hunt
has be adequately bestowed.
Love is always fear.
The walking away has become so easy
the pushing away murderously necessary
and the pain of keeping equals
	the pain of giving away.
Love is only pain.


© 2000, Tara Tambolleo