Weekly Poems: A Poem About Love and Lust and More

LUST IS NO MORE PHYSICAL THAN LOVE

Lust is no more physical than love.
Feeling is the fuel that feeds that fire,
A flame that might, controlled, pure pleasure prove.
The language of the psyche is desire.
One is dragged towards ecstasy by need:
For power, vengeance, salience, self-esteem.
One wants sometimes to make one's landscape bleed,
To penetrate the borders of the dream.
Lust's a fantasy, sometimes made real,
Oft sustained by willful ignorance.
The more one sees, the more one's apt to feel
A need for what the love of others grants.
Within love's bounds, lust can be a joy;
Outside of love, it is a child's toy.

I FEEL AS THOUGH MY HEART LAY BLEEDING

I feel as though my heart lay bleeding
On a countertop.
The pain is like a flooded scream
That cannot, will not stop.

I cannot live, I cannot breathe;
Pain is all I do.
I cannot think how I can be
Long living without you.

Ah, God! I want you back so bad
That I would gladly die
To hold you in my arms again
And not care how or why;

To hold you in my arms again
And tell you of my love,
And then go gladly back to dust
Should I your heart not move.

THERE IS NO WAY

There is no way
That I can say
I'll love you more and more each day.

The best I'll do
Is promise you
We'll have some fun before we're through!

I FEEL AS THOUGH MY HEART MUST STOP WITH PAIN

I feel as though my heart must stop with pain.
I miss you so, the darkness will not pale.
My darling child, come to me again.

I know you cannot come, and still I strain
To put my arms around you through the veil.
I feel as though my heart must stop with pain.

Other lives and loves call me in vain.
I try to turn away from you and fail.
My darling child, come to me again.

You are my unendurable refrain.
Back and back I hurry to impale
My heart on you, to stop my heart with pain.

Yet nothing that I do undoes the plain
Brutal fact which always must prevail.
Ah, my darling, come to me again!

You are both my sunshine and my rain,
My dearest joy, my anguish, and my grail.
I feel as though my heart must stop with pain.
My darling child, come to me again.

DR. MELENDEZ'S HEAD IS NOW QUITE FULL

Dr. Melendez's head is now quite full,
Replete with the most recent rabid ravings.
Most of what he's learned, of course, is bull,
Elicited to strip him of his savings.
Learned thoughts, like clothes, must follow fashion,
Ending up, again like clothes, as trash.
Nor is it easy not to want to cash in,
Defending with one's platitudes one's stash.
Even so, one can success deserve,
Zealous not to conquer, but to serve.

EVER BE THE LOVER THAT YOU LONG FOR

Ever be the lover that you long for,
Doing as you would the other do.
Often you're the person that you're wrong for,
Resisting what would make one out of two.
Everyone displays diminished passion,
Becomes unbearable, if given time,
Disappoints the dreams that are in fashion,
Does what would intentions undermine.
Acceptance of your love and need for love,
And of yourself, above all, and your lover,
And of what is, which shall sufficient prove
To bring you lifelong joy from one another:
Such love of being is the canopy
Under which all things shall wedded be.

BARRELING ALONG, I STOPPED AWHILE

Barreling along, I stopped awhile
And made my peace with much I would have changed.
Suddenly, I knew not who I was
With everything around me on its knees.

How beautiful! I thought. I think I'll stay.
But I went on, for there was much to do,
Until I crossed a range of inner mountains
And saw below the desert of my dreams.