Sunday, February 16, 2020

Is it love?

I wonder what love looks like from different points of view.
Do others see it n the way that I often do?

Does it look like two young people each wearing Letterman's jackets, holding hands in the movie theater?  And does it smell like a sweet and salty combination of buttery popcorn and Reese's Pieces?   Or  does it feel like thin, cheap, and greasy napkins?  Is love the cup holder that hugs a Diet Coke?  ;)

Does it look like older folks or middle aged people walking arm in arm at the tired end of a visit to their local farmer's market?  And does it smell like a combination of that which they just bought from the fishmonger and the flower cart?

Does it look and feel like newlyweds reaching for one another in the middle of the night to make passionate love?

Or is it the surrendering kind of love making at 2 a.m. by a long time married couple who are exhausted and beat up by the contagious ugliness of many people in this world.  Though they were both keeping careful watch, a little bit of chaos bore into their own  precious 2'gether-4'ever bubble..... The fires of trouble and doubt extinguish when meaty flesh enters soft flesh.  Is it love that lingers when only the scent of their fire-brings-new-life kind of sex remains?

Is it something more innocent such as that thing that started off decades ago at the roller rink, her long hair flowing backwards, his accelerated blood-flow pulsing, weaving, and pulling them through the throng of hormones and pheromones in sinusoidal patterns.  White knuckled, they're holding hands when he officially asks her to be his girlfriend.  Is  it love when her "yes" is then recorded among the invisible mental list of things that might occur in high school, but does not end with torn photo booth pictures soaked in lighter fluid by one angry graduate the following summer?

Or is it when one humbly crawls up against her husband and softly weeps while he silently sleeps?  Is it the instant he awakens and wraps his arms around her tighter than she ever remembers and he whispers huskily in her ear, "I've got you, Babe. Stay close to me."  It has all been said before this moment.  Understanding is now felt instead of spoken.   Is her part a kind of submission while his part a protective form of dominance?  It feels like it, but all I know for sure is that it's deeply rooted in the home of When the Storm Whispers to the Wind -- where love endures all things.

I see that love can taste sweet and salty, appear weathered or new, burn brightly or burn out, feel dry or sweaty, and be administered with both ease and great difficulty and everything in between.

I wonder what love looks like from your points of view.
Do you see it here in the way that I do?



8 comments:

  1. Wow Windy, what a beautiful, and very well written post. I love this! Yes, love is all those things.

    Hugs
    Roz

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    1. Hi, Roz. Thank you so much! I know that you recognize love in your life, too. Yay! Hugs, Windy

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  2. Ms. Windy,

    Lovely post to read at 530 in the morning on a dark Monday morning. I needed that so thank you. It is all of those things and so much more in a day when it is cheaper and easier to throw away broken things, and just buy something new to replace it. It takes an unbelievable strength to endure through life while watching love grow, break, and grow into something even more beautiful than before. sigh. So sweet.

    My only problem is popcorn and Reese's pieces? Really? Everyone KNOWS it is popcorn and chocolate!!!

    Hugs
    Boo.

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    1. Hi, Boo! Laughing..... took my mostly seriously poem and decided to focus on the sin of omitting chocolate, eh? My problem is usually they don't have chocolate stuff that I like....such as regular Reeses Cups, Snickers..... if they have Goobers, then that is perfect. But, when watching ET, one HAS to eat Reeses' Pieces! You're nuts! LOL Hugs, Windy

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  3. Love is some of those things......all of those things... a wonderful combination of those things...

    beautifully written Windy :)

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    1. Hi, MorningStar! I'm glad you agree with me. Thanks for reading and for the nice compliment. Hugs, Windy

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  4. I don't think I can define love anymore. It was easier in my younger, more selfish days. It was so often about how it would benefit me. Was I happy? Was I having fun? Was I getting what I wanted? The older I get, the less it is about me and so much much more about us. Are we happy? Are we having fun? Are we each getting what we need (not necessarily what we want, but sometimes...). It is both abstract and concrete.

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    1. Hi, Deena. It's okay if you can't define it. Yeah, selfish doesn't describe it for sure. I do think it is about the "us" in many cases. True and pure love is probably not all that attainable by most of us....ever read 1 Corinthians 13? That is a lot to live up to! Thanks for sharing your thoughts here with us. Hugs, Windy

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