Watching a sunset
Splay its colored body
Against a hollow, indigo sky.  
Her children,
Lost glowing specks
Of iridescent dust,
Peek out from behind their
Empty, lightless blanket -
Shy and blushing.  

Tongue and tooth
Clicking together,
Tickled by vibrating
Chords hidden in heated
Throats.  
Stories slink
From one mouth
To another,
Tickling their
Deep limbic systems
Until every nerve
Is laced with
Oxytocin.  

Laying in grass
More brown than green
With stomachs to the sky
Are bodies with connected
Palms.  
Formless dinosaurs spin
In shapeless teacups,
While amorphous cats
Shift into mustachioed whales.  

Bodies curl around each other
Like clay
Fusing into one piece
And two colors,
Both a shade of red.  
A chest meets a back.  
Its fluttering heart
Crashing through
Two sets of ribs,
To rest with another,
Both bleeding in tandem.  

Love is
Not some byproduct
To gather dust
While writhing, undulating bodies
Coat the air with sweat.  
Love isn't made,
Nor is it preformed.  
Love is