There’s love in many forms:
a rose tattoo or skinned knees,
lovers in love forever young,
dismayed by the power of their own passion.
There’s the push back, the thrust,
with or without fanfare.
Tasting is quite unforgettable.
There’s no such thing as too fast
as the mind races,
there’re just explosions
one after the other.
The somber pounding of our hearts
as we go along,
hoping this will be not the end
Our mouths are open
because we can’t believe
that everything dies, even love.
You can check out Francis David’s infrequently updated blog jessicaandlisa.tumblr.com if you like that sort of thing.