Run quickly from a love
which possesses by need.
It’s momentary satisfactions
bind you to a life of servitude.
It’s very negation of freedom
murders the giver and the recipient.
Love beckons not out of desperation,
but out of abundance.
It is life, calling to life.
It is life, begetting life.
I came across this poem by Veronica Hallissey in her book “Kiss The Moon”. You can read the rest of this poem and more of her poetry here on her website From and Upper Floor.