when the clothes come off
what else remains
but flesh
against flesh,
exchanging warmth
and probing
for love
in the deepest reaches
of earthly delights.
but in this dance hall
where the attire is none
beware of those
who long for sensation
but the emotion is gone,
they will leave you empty
except for guilt, shame
and the clothes you'll put back on
YOU ARE READING
How They Loved
PoetryI have never loved. I think I never will. But to understand it, I need to write about it. Like a detached astronaut on the moon observing the earth, the following pieces are my attempts to represent love in words through my observations of the exper...
