Heart’s Honest Kiss

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.

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I am a dreamer, as well as a doer, who lives in the North Georgia mountains. I started my publishing journey August of 2013, have had moderate success, but my utmost passion is my "daytime" job, which is working with adults who are constantly striving to better their lives as they obtain the GED credential.

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