We’re making more with our simple two
hearts and limbs together
than the letters of “ love ”
could ever hope to express

Within our sweaty shouts
is an implied trust
a connection just formed
in this moment
of shared flesh and soul

And yet we are having
sharing an experience that so many others have had before

Sex can be just a movement
of hips and lips and tongue
with no connection whatsoever
a convoluted form of exercise
but we share a smile as we race towards our end
and feel a pounding beat of the heart we once knew
growing in a chest too full to beat alone
or out of sync with the one resting right beside

We’ve found where perfection lies
on sweat stained sheets
filled with an exhausted embrace
and warmed only by bare skin