Oh, What Is Love
Having known
a hug, a kiss, a touch
a distant look... beckoning
I thought I knew love.
Sadly I learned they were
but a hug, a kiss, a touch.
I have caught on the wind
a pheromonal call
sensed a presence unseen
fell under its spell
succumbed to lust
but it was not love.
Oh, What is love?
a slippery moment
eluding our grasp,
a reciprocal emptiness
longing for fulfillment?
A hug, a kiss, a touch
A knowing....that this
.....is love.
2/2/2021
What is Love Poetry Contest
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