LOVERS
We didn't give a damn,
we rolled around in different hotels,
we washed in different showers,
we left orgasms on many sheets and my semen scattered everywhere—
sometimes I came on her back,
sometimes in her mouth,
and sometimes inside her.
She wore her panties soaked and dripping with me;
we loved taking risks,
betting on chance and unleashing a war in case she ended up with a "surprise."
She didn’t take the morning-after pill,
I stopped using condoms or she would rip them off my cock when they annoyed me.
I loved feeling the heat of her vagina,
its texture and its depth, and how it squeezed me through its length and breadth—
pulling it out from inside her and giving it to her to taste,
tasting like her,
tasting like me.
I never managed to forget her,
I never managed to untangle the arteries of her heart from mine.
I never found anyone like her,
and although we have now run into each other on the streets, holding different hands as if we didn't know each other,
in our minds, the moans and sobs of love and pleasure still rumble and echo.
Memories come to our minds of us in front of the mirror—
you riding, with your hair messy in the wind,
me with your breasts in my mouth, clinging to your waist.
Our hearts are still connected;
you feel that "micro-infarct" at the slightest bit of eye contact.
You feel that adrenaline racing through our legs,
the heart rate dilating our pupils.
In our ears, we hear our voices whispering:
I love you.
Our desires begin to ignite and our skin wants to burn,
my hands want to touch you and our souls want to connect—
but no more.
It can’t be anymore.
We no longer belong to each other;
everything comes to an end.
I never managed to forget you,
not in the deepest of my drunken stupors,
nor by replacing the place you occupied in my arms.
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Reading this heartfelt poem reminded me of the deep impact that intense relationships can leave on us, even long after they've ended. The way the author describes vivid memories and physical intimacy resonates as a raw expression of human connection and vulnerability. I've experienced moments when past loves unexpectedly surface in everyday encounters—a glance triggering a flood of emotions as if no time had passed. It reminds me how love, even when it ends, shapes our identities and emotional landscapes. The poem's open acknowledgment of risk and consequence in passionate relationships reflects a candid honesty that many may find relatable. From personal experience, navigating such intense connections often means balancing desire with emotional safety, which is not always straightforward. The tension between holding on and letting go is palpable here, illustrating how intertwined physical and emotional bonds can be. In practical terms, relationships marked by such intensity underscore the importance of honest communication and consent about boundaries and protection. The poem's mention of avoiding contraception and taking risks is a reminder that emotional and physical health should not be overlooked in passionate encounters. Ultimately, this piece invites reflection on the bittersweet nature of love—how it ignites us, challenges us, and sometimes leaves us longing yet changed. It encourages embracing these feelings as part of the human experience while also recognizing when it’s time to move forward. The emotions captured here speak to the universal journey of love’s highs and heartbreaks, making it a powerful and relatable read.
