The Nature of Love

The nature of love, confusing and melancholy ,
desires an explanation or two.
The cynics may say that it is pheromones
emanating from the folicles
to carress our senses into passion, safety.
Or maybe that smell, aroma, of that one special person reminds us
of a parent cradling us in childhood: our memory perfect.
It could be that we find one person and admire in them
the very things we can not admire in ourselves.
Maybe it’s the feel of their skin
against ours,
the way they move when we make love,
their sweat clinging to ours.
It could be the intensity of orgasm.
It may only be the need, or necessity
for that one person
at that one time
in that one place
where we all find ourselves
once
and lost.
There may not even be a secret
but for the need for the strength
that the symbiosis of lovers forms.
Or it could be that we find in one person
an aspect of our own true divinity
and admire them, as they admire or us,
as beautiful creations of nature
as God, our creator, would.

The Nature of Love

mkl .

Paris, France

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