A/N: This is a cento-based poem that was written a couple of months back and it expresses the feelings of a man about not only his lover but his relationship with her too. He questions the subject of love and celebrates love through having sex, one of the greatest joys and pleasures known to man (and woman).

The Art of Love

Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight

I thought of the last wild look on your face

My wife with eyes full of tears

Lying on my table

Are you my Angel?

I’ve asked this question quite often

And have rarely been to

Come up with a short answer

I get almost a mystic feeling

It’s no easy thing for us

To understand the words as so liberated

Is to understand poetry

How to change “I love you”, that most overused

Of all expressions, into something alive?

It’s necessary to get affection, love.

A certain kind of understanding

I suppose, but I say it rather softly

“Oh love, let us be true to one another”

And the voice said:

“I haven’t seen you in so long”

She was a beautiful woman

Piercing tongues like

Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh

A few light kisses, a few embraces

A reaching around of arms

I would like to thank you

For your sweet love remembered

Such worth brings

Love that lives and reigns in all my thoughts

In bed I forget all details

Then she who teaches us both love and patience

Just imaging pleasure…

I hear her groan then

I hear my heart beat faster and loud

My wife with the sex of a mirror

They say it’s like softness there

It excited me not only because it was beautiful

But there’s that sense of a “sounding and moving space”

Stop,

Go,

Again, and then hang back once more

A/N: So what do you think if it then, hmm? Please leave a review while you’re at it xD