i hate that we only understand each other
when we are exposed,
standing in no man’s land
when we’re pressed together,
all weapons put aside,
your arms tight around me
and my fingers digging into your skin,
hands frantically exploring every inch
they can find,
breathing in every breath
the other lets out
that we’re only in sync when
our bodies move together
as one carnal being
that without our ceasefire
every word between us turns into
a biting bullet
they say love is a battlefield
and if that’s so
then my body is a warzone
and you’re the friendly fire
but we continue with this modern warfare
because it’s the only way we know how