it was not love

you know when we met and our eyes cut the moment
and handcuffed the clock.

it was not love

you know when our tongues met, mashing glossy
chapstick into our lips.

it was not love

you know when I was in you, flesh on flesh,
releasing our insecurities through perspiration .

it was not love

you know when you made coffee, freshly grind,
and brought it to my nose and lips.

it was love.

 

21 thoughts on “it was not love

  1. I shall drink to that. I’m with Daisy on the reference to cuffing the clock. If time can be made to stand still through force, then I for one would like to try this. You’ve done well here.

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