I love of your …what?

[osho]

I said “I love you”

I was unsure what I loved of you
Is it your nose I and everybody could see?
Or your insides which I alone could see and touch?

Is it your heart?
I cannot touch the heartiness of heart
Though feel the beats in closeness
For I do not like a poetic heart

Sex is a temporal game
Once aroused and flooded becomes the endgame
The memory is a thing of the past

I am not a fool to be infatuated by your mythical tale of immortality
I believe in the chemistry of love
Love is a twinge, a wave that rises and falls
Crescendos or wanes
In a while sheer emptiness

I am not a frantic dupe
I hug you and touch your innermost
In absolute terms I put myself on a pedestal
And to wake up to rocky and sandy realities in a while

I celebrate love in confusion
For everything we believe in is also built on illusions too