We unwillingly kissed.
Got naked and
Entered the shower.
We rinsed each other.
Made love like we're
Hosting a funeral in
Ourselves.
The hollow cascade of
Longing..
The smoke out of
Embers that were dying.
We couldn't look in
The eyes could we?
This repulsion for
Each other. The sparks
That don't invoke
Emotions now..
The unloving that feels
On the skin and under it..
Rather, I feel nothing.
There's something missing.
I say whoever pits love
Against carnal sensations
Is wrong. Whoever
Preaches purity is wrong.
It's all messy and dirty.
Imperfect and wild.
And if you don't feel her
On your skin..
It's not love.
If the blood doesn't rush
To your head at her
Instance and if the veins
Don't bulge...and if you
Don't get a mild erection
Whenever she crosses
Your mind..
It's not love. Atleast,
It's not love enough.