An addition to my "Reyes collection." ;-) 

Luv
by Jeremiah Reyes

The man, exasperated, cries out!

“Not your lab!
Like overfed and bleary eyed pigeons! Going crroo, croo, and wobbling
pudgy from side to side. Surely not that! Not batting eyelashes and
demure flirtations! and tiny hearts all twinkling around a first-sight
romance. Please not the sexy-pinks, and the hunky-hunks, and the
innocent innuendos. And all this amounting to a little more than a thin
string attachment: your lab, or luv, or anything a letter less than.

                                                         

But
something else please, because you know that the world is a dreary
place, with people dying on the streets, and night-crimes being done in
the deeper alleys of our souls. And they’re building railways and
overpasses and wire fences now over our sacred spaces, and malls are
popping up like happy tumors. Where from every side we are being
crushed and smothered by Monoliths of desire: to buy, and taste, and
discard. And yet forever cursed to be regretful and guilty, like groggy
aftersex mornings. And all you can muster in self-defense are your
fluffy-liberal clichés, about life, about love in general, garnered
from an award-winning indie movie and the newest erotic novel. And all
you have as a shield is a see-through sentimentality, like a
silkscreen, to thwart the clawing, rapacious, demons.

                                                         

But
please, rather, give me Love! Oh, dear Lord, Love as deadly and lean as
a Knife! Something to slice all these excesses, these kinky-eyed
sentiments that grow like a sultry fungus. Give me Love like Blinding
Light, like a Laser, to cut out the world’s ever growing cancer. Lay me
down on the operating table, and open up my innermost being to perform
open heart and open mind surgery. Give me love that is willing to die,
willing to bleed, willing to thrust my own Heart with a rusty blade.
Give me love that seeks purity through the furnace, the love that knows
what Sacrifice is, and Faith, and seeks to pay what can never be repaid.

                                                            

Give
me Love, like the red, glowing Sun, laughing, laughing, over the city
rooftops. Like the Sun, serene and severe, as it hovers above the Holy
horizon, and above the mighty messes of men.”