We held each other close
Under the blankets whispering
About the many tomorrows
Which awaited us. Eager hands
Still exploring soft curves. Lips
And tongues tirelessly executing
Fancy dances on exposed flesh
Tasting eternity—- At least
Until dawn arrived and I saw
You without the glow. The words
Of love which flowed from me
Unchecked met with a disbelieving
Stare and then shut down. You
Inscrutable and mysterious
Quickly releasing me from your embrace
As though I were diseased…
Al buen entendedor pocas palabras
Mi falso amor. The good listener needs
Few words, my fake love.
Julieta Corpus
5/10
