Love

What is this love is a

Battlefield chatter

That scatters the airwaves

And slips and spits

From coffee shop whispers,

Surely they mean

The arena of

Procreation and recreation

In the survival of the

Species game,

Coached by ego

Fed by drama

Led by basic instincts,

The reproduction chain..

Love is not a battle,

Not the rattle of threats

And schemes,

But total surrender

Total acceptance

Total unfolding

And blending

To one.

Stephen Nesbitt ©