Firefly = FALSE LOVE “Bed & Breakfast”

“Liars”

The Firefly lights our dark with his luciferous magic. In some species it’s only the male, but in others both genders use this cool heat to signal to each other and we are all beneficiaries of their romantic opera.

And it’s a complete drama with every plot twist you can think of; some fireflies impersonate desire only to attract and then kill the hopeful lover. Other fireflies deliberately use a poor impersonation to warn away competing lovers and decimate the field.

If attacked, fireflies use “reflex bleeding” to literally poison predators with their blood. This last fact generates warnings never to feed fireflies to your hungry pet reptile! What are we to make of this mix of beauty, falsity and carnivorous intent? Fireflies may be beautiful impostors, but they are never to be envied. They exist only to mate, lay eggs and die. Some fireflies live lives without nourishment. They never even get the chance to dine.

We are all attracted by fantasy. We each have or think we have – a list of “musts” and “deal-breakers.” Danger waits when we meet someone who actually matches all our specifications! Probably they are lying. Maybe you are, too. Possibly you didn’t even realize it until this moment.

Maybe you want one thing on the page and another In Real Life. Maybe you want one thing in the dark and another in the light. Maybe you don’t know yourself very well! Lust hardens, love softens; how solve that essential inner/outer conflict? We need to melt – together – into a glorious plasticity that allows us to undertake the “experiment” of entering the life, desires, viewpoint of another.

But this is only “safe” when goodwill and honorable attentions are present. If someone’s looking for a hostage, a slave, a mimic or even worse – prey – they will falsely claim anything to entice us. How can we tell the difference?

Sometimes their presentation is TOO “good”. A “pediatric oncologist” who “volunteers at an animal shelter?” Really? Is the attraction a “problem-free” relationship without any of that scary sandpaper of conflict that molds our rough edges to fit together more harmoniously? Or is this attraction just “high-status” and “bragging rights”?

As your grandmother warned, any salesman trying to hustle you into an instant decision is up to no good. Predators try to convince the young that by taking time to choose and trust we are ruining the experience! Don’t buy it! You’re getting smarter, and stronger by the minute! You’re within your rights –you owe it to yourself – to demand that deeds match words, and that intentions line up with performance.

Allow yourself time to discover, evolve and revel. Live!

BED & BREAKFAST

“That wing of course is closed”
said Magda whose venomous green eyeshadow
matched her voice;
“I’d have that lanced if I were you”
thinks Reni
Who never says exactly what she thinks.
“Wrong word:  wing”
Thinks Andreas
“to use about a house tethered toad-like to the lawn”.
But Andreas never says what he thinks either.
It’s too late now.
At dinner, they quarrel about Ezra Pound;
Pretending to agree.
Squeaky bedsprings bastardize this sad romance;
Hopeless beds mandate sex is standing up.
( This butler may be deaf and dumb,
But knew the best way out:
He was in for the tip of a lifetime.)
At breakfast the debate about Plath
Turns violent; the biggest danger
Of murdering yourself with a kitchen appliance is:
They’re everywhere.
Refreshing holiday, says Reni.
We should do it more often says Andreas.
Truth never spoken once.
Mission accomplished.