The Essence

Love is like something in the movies,
but not what you think.

Somewhere between our
aesthetic appreciation of face and form
and our elemental lust
there is a space reserved for
our mysterious attraction.

and somewhere between our fantastic imaginings
and our poor chemicals that do not last
we find a ground we can hold
against all doubts and doubters.

If love was only what we thought it would be
or if we could stop and define it
it would be defined to death;
grasped and understood.

but the essence of it
is something very pure
and hard to understand;
it is more like the action of the light,
but it moves with the figures on the screen.