Love seems queer
Autoerotic
Reveling in the sameness
Of the other,
Is difference a point of departure?
Janus-headed
A turnaway and look elsewhere,
Or a g-spot of arousal
Powering the eternal
Sado-masochistic self?
What is love?
One moon sighted by two pairs of eyes;
A night framed by a window;
Playful abuses bandied around;
A high on hormones;
A new wound to cover
Pus of the oozing old one;
Union of the solution of
Attention deficit disorder
And the stalking syndrome;
Plato’s search for two halves
Of the one whole?
Is it a hallowed name, or
All the revered words
(Trust and laugh, feel and touch)
Put in the simmering cauldron
Producing wafts of heady nausea,
A pendulum like chime
Between two extremes
Leading to a puking fit,
Carving out a dent
Like words etched on a tree
Eroding the heart
Than a healing seal?
Love is a much-fucked slut
Raped by many pens,
Burdened with bastards
Claiming her legacy.
So I added yet another paean
To the litany,
A friendly detoxifying
Homily.
