Love Myth

Another Myth of Love

Desire is love’s seed, they said, but I knew

better even as I planted deep my

seed. Their infertile hearts desired lust’s cry

of carnal longing, and nothing more. Few

have learned as we have learned, love, and lust, too,

are but fires within our hearts and selves. Try

as we might, they smolder and never die

while we our selves live on. Each love a true

torch, and yet each dims to shadow and smokes

like puja rising to loves past, present

only as memory. Our guru jokes

that they haunt, yet we know love is present

here, now, and is us together. These strokes,

letters, lines dismiss them to live present.

David M Pitchford
14 May 2008