The Opposite of Love

The exploration is unique,

there can be no other, at least physical encounter which provides such depth,

either momentary or long term,

which affects our being our reason.

 

The urge to reproduce mixes with others like a drug-induced stupor.

Competing lots of vices and virtues few can separate. 

At best charity and love for a spouse,

sacrificial and submissive,

giving and receiving,

giving thanks and praise

all at once.

 

 

At worst,

the perversion of love,

ecstasy of control, slavery,

vilification of the greatest gift of god,

the gift of creation itself warped into something evil,

of huge proportions.

 

One to slay mankind with lust, greed and envy.

The cup of death spreading disease,

mostly legally,

in a pornographic movie moves from the screen to reality,

from reality to the screen,

in a pendulum of objectification,  

mesmerizing those in its path in hypnotizing array of images.

 

All changing and additive,

the beauty of God’s creation gradually becomes a product.

Not one you can buy,

but one to taste,

momentarily,

the forbidden fruit not of the tree of knowledge,

but a forest of temptation.

 

Limitless in its offerings,

except in satisfaction,

it turns those closest into brands to be test-driven at race tracks labeled love;

and could not be more misleading.

Driving high-speed decisions forcing only return visits and velocity.

The path of Circus Maximus with no termination point,

save entry again to more laps …

something more outrageous.