Love Would Ruin This Poem by Aimee Kiefer

There is no love here,
that's not what this is about.
It's about flesh on flesh,
mouth to mouth,
toe- curling euphoria.

This is about a warm body
and new stains on a mattress.
Love does not belong here,
love would ruin this.

Because this is about feeling.
This is about not being numb,
if only for a few hours.
This is about four a.m. phone calls
and seven dollar cab rides.

Love cannot come here.
It is not welcome among animals like us.
Because this is primal, muscle memory,
this makes love look away in shame.