I don’t know what to title this one as

There is no love here, thats not what this is about. It’s about flesh on flesh, mouth to mouth, toe-curling euphoria.

This is about a warm body, and new stains on a mattress. Love does not belong here. Love would ruin this.

Because this is about feeling. This is about not being numb if only for a few hours. This is about four a.m. phone calls, and seven dollar cab rides.

Love cannot come here, it’s not welcome among animals like us. Because this is primal, muscle memory, this makes love look away in shame.

EDIT: https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/86lvf2/comment/dw6eti3?st=JF4D2TWM&sh=3ce350d1 https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/86ji37/comment/dw6f0ic?st=JF4D7HVU&sh=4cbf81fa