Nothing replaces conversation

I could write you a song

to the melody of your orgasm

 

And make the lyrics a mystery

no scholar of love could fathom

 

You could question them

with every panting breath

 

And every bead of sweat

as I relish in your depth

 

But nothing replaces conversation in a park,

be it autumn or spring

 

We can play hide and seek

with my heart between your thighs

 

And I’ll play dumb and foolish

searching ‘til sunrise

 

But nothing replaces fully clothed conversation

in an art gallery or a library’s cafe

 

We could strip naked,

perform the Holy Pilgrimage,

 

And do something Beautiful,

like God’s invisible image

 

Or we could watch pornography together

a sign of the times

 

But we are blissful hearts,

surely not disturbed minds

 

Still, nothing replaces conversation

with strawberries, honey and cream for dessert