Love isn't the wanting
it's the burning being
the radiance that staggers us
with its mystery

we mistake desire
-the emptiness-
for the abundance
that defines love

love is not the appetite
but the food
not the thirst
but the water

it's not the romantic angst
the hand-wringing and sleeplessness
but the tenderness
the eruption of laughter, passion, song

yearning is the infant's need for feeding
it's through being
-burning one's own true light-
one becomes the lover