Real Love

Love should never be a burden

or splattered with dark shades of paint

only to be seen as a perverted advantage

why we can’t express our thoughts

that are flooded with nothing but touch

freezing us into an awkward moment

my mind dances in the opposite direction

I continue to question......

what is wrong with the soft strokes upon

a body after being hardened by the world

the kind of touch that carries worries

with intentions to make them no more

I can see my lover with the lights off

because it is I in him....and him in I

two entangled vines

growing together

as our souls become one

real love is never misunderstood

I speak from experience