what IS love?

SEX.

Sex.

sex.

Sounds like hex,

makes sense.

We sit in our smut,

two darlings

54 hours apart.

crossing time zones

and toll roads.

unaware

of the importance

of the other.

flash forward

and,

I’m bleeding,

which means

no life lives inside me

except for mine

the heat surrounds me

groin furnace and love kiln

burning at the stake

I am experimenting with the idea of love

and it terrifies me that I might have the wrong approach

to how it should be nurtured.

I’ll overfeed it,

make it parched

overcrowd it,

ignore it

what good is love without constant restoration?

sedatives.

sedate.

sleep.

salivate.

sap.

spittle.

spit.

squirm.

squall.

skull.

squeal.

sexpot.

sextile.

cybersex.

sexless.

sex.

sex.

sex.

a dial tone

laughter

taffy teeth in search of fondness

candy gums, bleeding syrup

a throat of pews, kneeling at my voice

we are not fingers or cunts or cocks

we are hung at the cross

we are debauchery, corruption, decadence

shackled, fettered, chained

a head of crowns with no thorns

we dance with the Universe

two steps forward

two steps back

three steps forward

one step back

five steps forward

seven steps back

but I am instant

I transmute

I hold you in my mouth

a key to my navel

what IS love

if not everything

you fear

and everything

you don’t know?

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