empty mouths

An interesting heart once told me: “I prefer to kiss without emotion”

 

So when I was caught in the action of desire

I wondered what it was

 

I can only describe it as:

 

Strong bones covered in soft freckled skin

Fingers hungrily touching, massaging, circling

Like kneading dough

Or making pottery

 

I only look back on it as:

 

Hands everywhere

Hair everywhere

Four contrasting green eyes

Closed the whole time

 

I only felt it as:

 

Pleasure crippling thoughts

Pleasure transcending time

A whole body turning noodle limp when it dissipates

 

I only internalized it as:

 

A concluding feeling of some sort of emptiness

that mirrored my apparent

nakedness

 

Only, one thing I still don’t know:

 

How and why the steady beat pounds in my aching head wondering,

“no emotion” and our legs weaved tightly together

under the cotton

somehow made me feel

so whole