Even then love knew

 
Esoteric bullshit like
love at first sight
could eat a bag
of hot dick

because I’ve born fucking witness
on this ragged road
of shoulda-coulda-woulda
shaking my empty bones
in a self-sabotage closet

Lust is.
Desire is.
Obsession is.

but love.

love was illiterate

until I caught you
watching me
watching you
(watch me)
back before we twisted sheets
and made lust bleed for mercy

before my teeth found your shoulder
and the sweaty outline of my
body stained the wallpaper
like a need crime scene

before even,
the moment your lips
shocked mine back to life
and then repeated the
revivification on my mouth

but love.

love.

became
the soft moment
when a deaf-mute sentiment
trawled along the floor
craving a moment of clarity

yeah, then.

that moment was
the moment which makes
make the great poets shit
from their mouths.

love (we)
knew.

We knew

we knew as
love found phonemes
in hitching scrawl on a
wadded-up page
pulled from a
trash can that
never cared

and love caught syllables
in the way you
caught my dark brown eyes
under lamplight flickering
across sane ages

and love wove truth in flowing script
when there was nothing
but the taste of
existence in an empty world.

and love knew

love knew
as your fingers brushed my
wrist and my mouth
salivated at the thought
of your chestskin
under my nails

Esoteric bullshit like
love at first sight
pulled pages from ether
like a magician with silver dollars

and your fingertips
raised chills on the
tender side of my forearms
and we found elucidation
in poetic meanderings
and tied heartstrings.

because desire is.
and lust is.
and, yeah, obsession is.
But love knew.
 
Even then.

Love knew.