The Temperature Of Lust And The Temperatures Of Love

The emotion called lust and the long term one called true love.

In the temperature of lust

The steamy heat of passionate fulfillment exists

In the sweat of the moment

People intertwine into each other’s gratifications

Using all their energies to satisfy each other

Until the desire is spent by someone

In the temperature of true love

It exists at all levels of the spectrum

In the coldness that puts each other’s arms

Around each other in an embrace

Those chilly goose bumps that run

Through your spine in anticipation

Of such a gentle touch

The warmth of cuddling together

To just hold the moments so special

That you just lay there stroking each other

Talking like children with a treat in front of them

Of things so silly that only love could bring them out

Holding passions within that require

A long term commitment of obedience

To the understanding of each other emotions

It is the argue in such a way that it builds a relationship

Instead of destroying it in the bruises that don’t heal

It is about making up afterward in the way only lovers can

It is about realizing the frailties in each other

And avoiding the shattering of them

For once broken a part of the puzzle will never come back

Yes love is so much more

That it would take a lifetime to explain

And the words explaining it will take longer than the lust

That started my words here

My love of the written word

Will keep me going down another trail of it

Seeking the things to express the dynamics

Of the relationship of my spirituality

In the blossoming garden within my own mind

My creations I unfold for you have been blessed on me

In the creativity of creating an vision so vivid

That it stays within your memory

As in a smile that feel so much

That it flies open into the skies of thought

So go find your passions that will excite your inner being

Into the carnival of rides

That will take you to the pleasures of the mind

Create the paths that will bring things to light

And in the darkness

See your path with the wise eyes of the owl

For if the passion is true

There is nothing stopping you

Except lives final end

D.Lester Young (01/03/02)

Tuscaloosa, AL

Copyright © D.Lester Young (White Eagle poetry)