Is this love?
The frustration, stress, and anticipation
Of a quarrel ended by kisses.
Sex
Then sleep
With doubt swaddled between our bodies.
I tell you I love you-
And I mean it,
But the exhaustion and restlessness
Burrow into the dark circles under my eyes;
An argument and laughter become entangled.
I tell you I love you-
And I mean it,
But the dance between a quarrel and a kiss
Seems infinite.