Poem 3.
by Joseph Altamore
[When We Made Love]
when we made love
I had copulated
before
but hadn’t
touched
kissed
stared
held
panicked inside
wanted to vomit
to cry
terrible
tears
of fear
anxiety
I had never wanted to
take our hearts
rip them from our
quivering
chests
dry them out
in the torrid sun
and pulverize them together
our dust mingling
in the languid
breeze
so that
come oblivion we may be
as one
if only in a
gasp of ether
when we made love
it was my
first time
—–
Joseph Altamore is an emerging poet from Rockford, IL. His work is usually prose style poetry. He has been writing for four years but only very recently decided to submit his work for publishing. So far, he has been published in an online publication named Dead Snakes.
