pursuits of love

a tight figure chick in a size 2 dress,
outfitted entirely in black,
including cap and sunglasses,
gave a well-received,
if hipsterish flavoured,
live performance

they expected something very cool,
they were a cool crowd, too
but I thought, love is, that is all there is

you've seen everything,
you were there,
you’ve seen inside of me,
its uncanny

unrest, upheaval of a love affair,
of a passion,
can be felt everywhere,
at any age

first things first,
it's been irritating me,
why here? why now?,
what has anything that is,
got to do with everything that ain’t?
or for that matter, nothing at all,
why have it here or there,
as opposed to…?

i confess, i’m confused

to me, the concept of time is not important,
time doesn't exist, in fact, neither does intellect,
to me, pursuits of love are the only obsession of true import