The Art Of Love Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

The Art of Love

I am learning from your arts,
The nights and all the nights,

Intensions has been leading us somewhere,
Those granted license
With freedoms entrusted,
Night moves with the shadows,
With inarticulate lusts and hunger,

The darkness has confections, scents with dark languages,
And artists paint whatever picture they wished on their fraudulent canvass,

We became unto each other to become as one
Mounting with musks in your hair
And the freedomswith pure magic.

My verse are these nervous overtures.
Distorted on this drunkened dance floor,
Free from responsibility, a body detached from the soul.

Beautiful, repulsed the night conspired with these offenders,
And love was a heaven
And damnation was for the fallen angels.