On Love

a poem by Dante Dapolonia 2014

What did we know of love?
Everything, we said.
Everything.
The breath
On my lips,
On your lips.
Your hand,
The pulse of life,
As if it were life.
This dream
Was not you
Or anyone.
What did it mean,
Knowing love?
In time
We wrote with
Ink on acidic
Paper
Words
Of love.
It was not me.
Who was it then?
I never knew
You.
Or cared.
Love has no time for that.
And you?
Did you know me?
The breath I feel.
The thought of you.
I forget myself.
What did we know of love?