Love Poems Are Horrible And Here's Why

The Manchester Arms Love Nest

Will she groan

out my name

when it is my turn to fill her?

I rhythmically ejaculated

A word that formed on my lips that

lacked any discernible meaning

—Harder, faster, slower

The girl next door screamed

Through plaster lath walls

I open my ears

and dream of aloneness

---William James, 3/5/2007

If you haven't already, check out Randomly Accessed Poetics first publication: The Texture of Words.