Something about...

...Love. Or sex, if you want to see it so blandly- though I do believe the two are quite united, though, admittedly, (and certainly, for the best) not always.

It is national Poetry Day, after all- so tell someone you love, just that you do.

Stood on our knees

hard-pressed

one behind the other,

conjoined,

both inside and

out, by hands and lips

and mouth; somehow

feeling like a martyr,

I swear I almost could have said those words

but you held my tongue

and so they circled

through my head

like an endless refrain:

I love you… I love you… I love you…