The word “love” isn’t what I expected it to be.
For some, it’s a mixture of saline water
and the unmistakable taste of seaweed;
Not the slow and long sip of wine
which is to be gulped down.
They taste it, masquerade it behind their teeth
and feel the juices upon their lips.
They have no intention of swallowing it down
but the act of chewing is staged well
until they spit it out on my face.