IS LOVE AN ILLNESS?
Sometimes it seems that
Love is just a disease,
And without it life is meaningless
But with it, well...
There has to be enough chemistry
And several cups of passion
With a lot of affection
And very little sarcasm
Or things overbalance
In one way or another,
And then it gets depressing
Tears dripping all over the place
And you wonder why bother
Until the next time you are yanked
To and fro by feelings,
Totally bewildered with the angst
Of it
Angry and sulky with Eros,
Shooting you with the damned arrows
Not enough to be unselfish,
Just enough to get frustrated
When things aren't romantic
Or you get bored with sameness;
Or someone else looks better
Without his shirt on the beach, mmm.
Wishing you could go back
And start over again with old lovers
But knowing they would still
Drop you for someone in spike heels
Wondering what is true love anyway
And how to find it,
Looking in the mirror at someone
That's older and crankier
And less likely to put up with any crap
Or play games like she used to,
Although flirting is okay
As long as there are ground rules
I think I'll go into the closet and cry
Until I get the courage to call,
Call out to the Old Ones and ask
If I can go running with Diana and Pan
Banging on a drum and singing,
With all the wildness that must be
In there SOMEWHERE
Throwing pine cones and laughing
Not worrying about the status quo
And measuring up to an ideal
Just being natural and dancing
Barefooted in the forest
Wearing flowers on my head
And not very much else...
(Thank God no one wears girdles anymore,
Especially in the forest)!
© Copyright 7/06/07
Beth Clare Johnson
(Mystic Raven)
