you say you could never love anyone
                            you couldn’t
                                                     kill with your bare hands.
that you can’t help but love
                                                     a good love poem,

but when you say love I think
                                             you actually mean sex. you say

they’re the same thing, they’re the same thing
                          as if to speak it twice
will somehow make it true. listen: I know the difference

between my uncertain heart                         and this body

                                               which always knows 
                                                               exactly what it wants.