In the midst of making love,
After Moans escaped wet lips and toes uncurled,
I wondered if Jesus came back to earth and fell in love.
I imagined he came back and fell so deeply in love that he chose to live in and die in this world for that love,
And so here we are without salvation or judgment,
Just sweaty and panting tangled together on the cold linoleum floor.
“Wait! One day you will fall in love and be with your wife and find that life monotonous.
You will think of me and wish for nothing else but to touch me.
You will call me and we will have the most amazing, but poignant conversation.
You won’t be able to touch me because you will really love your wife enough.
And then you will understand the pain I feel.”
Beautiful yet ephemeral,
Scentless,
When they die and nothing remains,
I question,
Did it even happen?
