Love By Danielle Patino

A love where words

Are declared

Through moans

And breathing so hard

I can hear voice in it,

You let obscenities slip out

Like seeds from a kiwi fruit,

You touch me

In the way you speak

As you slip in.

Our bodies make love

Unhooked from our hearts,

They don’t know the darkness

Out from under

The blanket.

A love where

Sex

Is synonymous with

Feeling;

Where desire is reciprocated

Past 5am;

Where you want me without

Hard blood

Rubbing linen.

That is a love I never got to know.

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