This is part of a longer sequence, so it is untitled.
I loved. You loved. We loved
with our whole selves—
lips first, then the tumble of skin
pulling each other down,
caught in the tangle and swirl,
closer to terror, closer to ourselves
the way we became something else
as soon as we were in it,
the way our bodies displaced truth
through the depths of anger,
the way it changed us
and we were changed by it.