When we make love
oxygen flies from the room ˗
we’re left gasping for breath.
When we make love
sheets and blankets twist and writhe -
agonies of torment.
When we make love
a strange menagerie surrounds the walls
making un-animal trumpets and moans.
When we make love
our eyes see nothing
not even the ridiculous.
When we make love
the night is as bright as the day
darkness and light are alike to us.
When we make love
bodies, limbs, digits entangle -
we become one flesh.
2014
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