Number Two

Dear husband

Two nights ago we made

love.

In two months we will

be married for three years

And for the first time

we have made love

like they tell it in the stories

We made the kind of sex

that heal wounds or end battles

And I did not realize that we had not before

until two nights ago, when we did.

Do you want to do it again?

Author: annieepoetry

I am poet. I am woman. I write with my thumbs. Read my poems. Tell me what You think. You may find the love poem you always thought someone wrote for you. Or the one you meant to write But Becareful lovers tell zingers and often break hearts Milky Way Earth U.S.A Madison WI

One thought on “Number Two”

  1. Wow… instead of a light bulb moment you had a light bulb lay. I really dig this one. “We made the kind of sex/that heal wounds or end battles/And I did not realize that we had not before” – and the ground is still quaking in aftershock.

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