Two nights ago we made
In two months we will
be married for three years
And for the first time
we have made love
like they tell it in the stories
We made the kind of sex
that heal wounds or end battles
And I did not realize that we had not before
until two nights ago, when we did.
Do you want to do it again?
I am poet. I am woman. I write with my thumbs.
Read my poems. Tell me what You think. You may find the love poem you always thought someone wrote for you. Or the one you meant to write
lovers tell zingers and often break hearts
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Wow… instead of a light bulb moment you had a light bulb lay. I really dig this one. “We made the kind of sex/that heal wounds or end battles/And I did not realize that we had not before” – and the ground is still quaking in aftershock.