To Satisfy A Feeding Of A Vacancy Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

The more thought I give to the idea of love,
Less is my feeling in the concept of it.
Perhaps when I experienced being 'involved',
There were conditions and preferences to meet.
And honesty given only lasted until the act was over.
You know...
The heating of passion and the minutes it took,
To please a need without chemistry.
Believing love was just to fulfill a need...
To be touched then left alone.

I have yet to know a love that possessed.
Not a love that obsessed my mind all the time.
I am hoping one day to find what that means.
And with someone I trust enough,
To know what is there and felt between us...
Is beyond definition to keep us together.
With a missing done that is craved when we are not.
If I met someone who fed my appetite like that...
To satisfy a feeding of a vacancy I had not known,
Was a void I can no longer ignore?
That to me is love.