Scorched earth love
You preferred
to make love slowly,
as if you were afraid
that any increased speed
would cause friction
that would spark the oxygen
we hadn’t yet used,
sending up
the room around us.
I preferred
the speed of passion
and impurity,
because with my
dying-from-the-inside-out,
scorched earth
approach to love,
I’d rather turn out the lights
just to watch us burn.
“Scorched earth love” won Honorable Mention in the 2017 Al Savard Memorial Poetry Contest of the Connecticut Poetry Society
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