That Is Love Poem by Lento Maez

She went to Africa. At least that is what she liked to tell me after we made love. To hear her talk about what pleasured her; was for me, a way to understand what Africa was like. You see, she also took me to Africa. I was so connected to her that what she saw was also visible to me. It was visible to me only in the sense that I felt her emotions so strongly that I was able to separate myself from whatever it was that made me visible to others. With her my puzzle was complete. That is love!