it wasnt love
eye knew she didn’t love me
love is selfless
giving…
and not that she’s incapable
eyem just…
eye don’t know
maybe eye was never meant
2 draw water from that rock
what we had was different
and simple, it was
dark skin in virgin white
hot
her
trying 2 touch me with the entire surface
of her body all @ once, it was
blackberry café
crowded
as she, bursting, reached under her skirt
and fed me until we were asked 2 leave
it was
clothes in a careless heap around us
feeling the teeth behind her lips gentile
and reassuring
her body swollen
and puffy
and melting against me
the panting
the damp air around us, it was
battering open the door and the tight snap
scratching @ the surface
my fingers interlocked
touching her throat and her cervix
feeling the barrier of her reason and innocence
and lovingly pushing it back, it was
her body so hot and clenched
as if it were being undone by fever
it was passionate
even romantic perhaps, but
it was not
love
DAMN