if not for love
no one would know the deep passion for another
or the uneasy yearning for another's touch or at least a passing gaze or a fleeting glimpse from another or a hope for a brushing of fingers or shoulders or a simple hello or hand gesture or the essence of their presence or the desire to just BE... with them and hold them so close that it hurts to the point of bruises and scratches and sweet moans of agony and wet strokes of angst and ripped sheets and pillows tossed upon the floor...

if not for love
no one would know

unless walls could talk...

-sxmx