Is it worth the Risk?

Falling in love

Images of protection

Speculations of affection

Dreams of life-long idealism

Collapsing sounds regress into a mirage

a fantasy

or maybe its my pressing this agitation

of love’s known complications

in life

in loves of all kind

the reality..

the realism that love is true,

perfection is not…

in me or you-

in the things we yearn,

as life’s journeys move on..

and we become

perfect in imperfect individuality,

as we live, as we learn…

the fantasized facts, we see are unique flaws

as we began calculating- figuring math’s laws

is it worth the risk of “falling” in love

into the “whys?”, the “whos?”, the “wheres?”, the whats?”

…that love bares?

…that we really know aren’t concerns, but questionnaires?

which we also too soon, find aren’t about love,

aren’t about “us”

but making sure someone’s home,

while the other’s out “there”

the stayin’ home sweet-keepin’,

thinkin’ they’re doing the help-meetin’,

soon reveals itself, as late night creepin’….

pillow case rose-petals awaiting his lay,

to awaken midnights, to cold beds & another day,

wilted petals still crumbling under your feet,

yet you jump to fix her breakfast hoping…

just may….be a brighter morning you will be greet-ed

kids fed,

more accepted lame excuses,

planning to rock his night in bed,

only to have her turn over,

giving you the cold shoulder instead..

you quietly shed your stale tears again,

having no idea how you ended up in this love-spin.

deciding maybe married life ain’t for you,

this is married, living single ain’t what it’s cracked up to be…

It’s a fractured egg, with its’ heart spilling a lento cry,

gonna free yourself from the shackles of liarmony…

be You, instead of who they pretend to want…

the “reality” you’ve unveiled is

they want home & the streets

the combination- both of natures beast

never resolutions or conclusions

to discussions & fussings,

they always lead to temporary fixes,

constant rewinds of the same conditions,

wishing…

you could free your mind

& love yourself enough to grab a hold

of the dreams that still rest in your soul

to be who “You” Are,

no longer playing the part,

Wives & Husbands for homes,

yet not good enough

for the All that complete love consists of

Naahh, Don’t wanna fall in love no more

Wanna be in love…

Wanna  love…

Wanna be loved…Give love

& if marriage has lost its ancient value….

If marriage has lost true love & respect, it must now be called death!

Because it will kill a Spirit.

If it takes the aspects of all that it is,

we won’t take the risk of falling.

Let us just jump into ….

Let’s just be in love.

Let the new that know,

& the old that never forgot,

fall into each other,

like a dive into the oceans embrace of Mami Wata,

losing ourselves within ourselves…

Is the risk of falling in love versus not

worth cost of happiness & freedom?

worth the cost of love itself?

Did you fall for someone, who didn’t fall for you?

Did you fall for one, who didn’t have a clue,

of what falling meant?

Of what love is?

Of what love needs?

which is all that your heart wishes to be, to do, to give, to lose,

but Its Ownself….

Did you fall, then love or did you love the fall?

What’s the risk?

Is it you?

Is it love?

because we tend to fall into the word itself,

easily speaking it,

easily falling….slipping…

easily slipping out,

of a place we were never truly devout…

falling into lust is a lot easier…..

versus imbedding & merging our hearts with

& into the person with whom we love & are willing to take life’s risk.

Let us fall into each other, for the sake of Everlasting Love.

© 8/2012 LeTisha.Woods.Bowie