As published in Tin Can Poetry May Issue
https://www.tincanpoetry.com/post/love-by-danielle-patino
Love
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.
