Sacriledge of Love

"It's been awhile since I was loved. When was the last time someone called me up in the middle of the night to tell me he missed me? Think hard... harder..... never? yes..never.." She thought.

"So what were all those men in my life doing with me, if they weren't loving me? They owned me, threw me on their arms like a casual shawl, flaunted me. I was just an accessory, just like those fancy shmancy cellphones they owned, especially the flip types. So what was I thinking about these..er... casanovas? My other half, my life depends on him, there is no tomorrow without him today.. etc..etc. I hung on their arms like a casual shawl and flipped at every beck and call! Call me love's fool. A fool who didn't know what it was like to be loved in real. I smothered them with love until they couldn't breath anymore. They were there.. all the time, two-timing me, ignoring me, forgetting to call back, but they were always there. With them around me, my eyes were never dry...." she walked over to the draw by her bedside.

"I had these collectibles, stashed away in my secret draw, ofcourse it was not all that secret, I just like to call it that .."

She was rummaging in that draw the other day and found - couple of chocolate wrappers, a pen, some cards, bills, gift wrappers, movie tickets dried up rose petals, an empty pepsi can and a whole load of junk with dates on them. She separated them and put them into individual bags with the names of the boys it belonged to.

"Memories... no junk.... no..trash! Yeah I dropped them in the trash can one by one.. There ya go R! It was a pleasure knowing you.. As for you S, you stink! The trashcan is just the right place for you! Ahhhh T, you sure bought me a lot of stuff..sadly, they amounted to nothing but pain..! Let me flush some of you down the loo." And she emerged, from her room with a smile on her face, one that looked like a slit from ear to ear.

SHe sat on the sofa, closed her eyes and did a mental deletion, yeah just like that cute lil litter box on your windows desktop. Her memories have been erased and She is ready to make a fresh start. It's a self-fullfilled prophecy my darlings. She need to belong at all points of her life and She is on the prowl for "the one" to fulfill that void she just created.

"WAIT!!! what about love???" that familiar voice in her head. "No I'm not mental I swear! "But she answered it anyway.

"what do you mean what about love???? Didn't I get love? I mean, they kissed me, fondled me, brought me gifts, took me out, bought me lunch, dinner etc. In return, I possessed them, smothered them, freaked out on them. Isn't that love?" she retorted.

"You moron, love is above all that. If that was love in the true sense, would you still be alone, lonely and single?" that voice sure knows what it's talking about..

"Well, you have a point there, voice from my head! I kicked them to the curb, one by one, that means I did not love any of them. And they did not too, for they left me to tend to my wounds.. alone. It was not love,....

~IT WAS SACRILEGE~
 

Love is devoid of carnal desires
T'is not body, but souls that catch fire
Whirlwind of emotions that tangle and tighten
Hold on for love's sake until your feelings highten
Climb that ladder of ecstacy although miles apart
Because it's your heart that loves and not your body parts
Find faults and learn to love them
Cos perfection is a myth therefore flaws are gems
Touch, feel and taste
Love, but never in haste
Derive your nourishment
Give back in full measurement
When lust takes over love, you no longer live
Because it is desecration of the heart that loves to give
Lust has no use for a heart
When all it uses is a bodypart
T'is the sacrilege of love, one that plugs a mere hole
Love is truly love that fills the longings of an empty soul...

Reviews

[Pax Analog]

OK, this is well-written, passionate, soulful -- but I most decidedly take issue with the classic false dichotomy at the end "Love is devoid of carnal desires/'Tis not body, but souls that catch fire" -- hold on there, Sparky! This is an ANCIENT mistake that allows for the antisexual politicization of Spirit, called religion. LOVE IS THE SANCTIFICATION OF CARNAL DESIRES. Not either/or. That way lies madness. That way leaves sacralization, romance, and lust sprawled separately all over the highway of life like so much roadkill.
The disease of history and society is just such chronic compartmentalization, such schizoid splintering of the soul. LOVE is WHOLENESS. The only thing it is ANTI is arbitrary fragmentation. Sex that suppresses romance and a sense of the sacred is stupid. Romance that suppresses sex and/or a sense of the sacred is stupid. A sacred sense that suppresses romance and hearty sexuality is stupid.

I know it's only a story meets poem -- but PLEASE give thought to what I've said.

I guess you could say this is a subject VERY close to my heart, mind, body. William Blake knew this over 200 years ago. Love gives each aspect its delicious due. You probably already know this, but your otherwise well-wrought writing doesn't say this.

I hope you take this in the right spirit, and all the best.

Pax/Peace

[Michael X]

When all that matters means in the light of a failed love, or even an
old love letter that brings back memories that shed a painful demeanor adapt to the issue that has for so long consumed time and the
addiction to the feeling, the heart is beyond the crash but the scars
will always remain, powerful work here Jo :)

[Angel Baby]

Truly enjoyed your write, captivated me. Beautifully done. Thank you!

[kollaboratyve]

This is a heartfelt poem and words very true and clear. I hope many writers read this ,it has so much to say to those in love and those who are headed that direction. This is a good write!!!

(I just had a bad dream this morning, slightly fuzzy, but read through your piece twice)

Here's one thing. Your emotions are powerful, I love it.

You have strong emphasis on your message through your choice of words and well painted imagery, the story has flowed well in such a way that it gives a stronger impact on your poem. I almost thought this was a miscategorized short story but realized that it was not about the story, it was about the poem, with a strong background and reason.

Great form, great choice of words, great flow and rhythm, well painted imagery, powerful emotions and well imparted message.

A wonderful piece.

Do send me read requests of anything you want me to read

[RAWR!]

"especially the flip types."


i thought this was a wonderful, i acctually started thinking how i have been treated.
i never thought about it in this way.
i dont even have a box with things, i only have a collection poetry i never showed anyone.

[__Flaw__]

Splendid...the way you began with the story line and ending it with the thought, the sacrilege of love...was just a treat to read....the poem was not only rhythmic and well structured, but with a moral note, a deeper meaning...and that's what stood out.

A very nice effort indeed. Cheers. :)

[Joseph - Michael]

This is very interesting. I even loved how you started it out as a story, then tweated it around toward close to the end in the way of the poetry style.

Anyway, I'd say this is really good and there's nothing else there that I don't agree or tell you to make any changes at all. You sure are a real good writer and I'm looking forward to see some more of your works sometimes soon...