She was a collection
of inhibitions
held together with a
blushing smile
His a bold confidence
blatant with needs
tightly reined within
his storm
Their lust a deluge of
broken boundaries
A blush, a sigh, a moan
each and every time
~
I’m looking for your
semantics in language
on our collaborative road
as we take everything
inside us reimagining
yesterday’s poetry
It’s how we play
today’s game
testing to see if we’re real
do you really want mine rewriting
and who have we become now?
Our words stew
and combine in us
we’re not always
who we seem
Adults still learning to be loved
and speaking in
these new languages
