This Time… needs some Love, too.
While the twins’ antics entertain all us gods, I find myself impatient with their tricks. The sweet gift Hope brings to our meetings bitters. When will Love’s attention turn into kinder acts than pranks?
This one party of the gods storms in celebration at the home Space shares with Imagination. Insanity lurks as usual in a shadowy corner of the library caressing Wisdom.
Lust eyes me through the dancers. Knew I, this Time, that Lust wants a quick moment. I skim along the edge of the crow out of his view to instead look for his brother.
Love dances into view adorned in roses of sunset: deep reds and vibrant oranges. He smiles acceptance of my embrace. I whisper my devotion, offer eternity as a gift. He murmurs against my lips, “You know intense passion dies out.”
I glare at Lust in my arms.
His roses fade at my touch.
Lust and Love are often personified as women, with she/her pronouns. What are your reactions to seeing the gender pronouns flipped?
You can compare the stories by reading “Discerning Love from Lust” at P.S.: I Love You.
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