Evolution of Love


In the beginning
love was a single
perfect apple.
One bite promised to satisfy
the years of desire
that lay ahead—
and there was no one else
to startle you with their intellect
or give meaning
to the word temptation—
but when time blunted
the sharp edge
of your lovers charm
you saw that there were
others with a kind of beauty
you hadn’t noticed before—
and you began to wonder
if the fascination felt for you
might be waning too—
if curiosity and a desire to explore
might be the reason
your lover never feels
fully present
when they’re beside you.
And so for decades you worry
that you’re not enough
for each other
until one day
a confession comes out
slowly like a snake
descending carefully
from the highest
most precarious branch.
There was another fruit
from a forbidden tree
that had long ago been tasted—
and when you hear this
it isn’t jealousy that burns you,
but a regret that you hadn’t
given in to the equal cravings
you denied yourself—
that you hadn’t taken
your own reckless bite
when you had the chance.
But by now, you are fully clothed
in a kind of love
that can’t be shaken off
or diminished
by such trivialities.
You smile as you imagine
how exciting such a trespass
must have been in the 20th century—
but here in the 21st century
there are microwaves
that can offer you buttered
popcorn in minutes
and you want nothing more
than to be entertained
for the rest of the evening
with an account of
exactly what happened.


DeMaris Gaunt




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