Wanting is the problem 
it so easily turns into
a no-holds-barred chase
to possess an itch
that cannot be scratched

Untethered passion
born of a sense of imperfection
a false belief that
to enslave
the objects of our desire
will set us free

To clench thus
with jaw & fist
is to annihilate
the spirit of love
that lives within

Glimpsing for an instant
in the eyes
a reflection
a sudden rush of the familiar
a sensation of home
self’s true nature
recognized in another

Thoughts of possession
a fleeting illusion
for love will not have this