isnt this?

Isn't this what we romantics do?
wallow in our sorrows and drown in our bleeding hearts
and do we not as poets
write passage and prose on page upon page to keep from falling apart?
oh there are no tears
just letters and ink stained on digital parchment
and pieces of ourselves
buried deeper and deeper within our souls compartments
So to not give up the likes
of  romance and love and poetry and faith
is just what we romantics do
with restless hearts, spoken words, and utmost grace

slowly, deliberately
my fingers caress her curves
gently, with care
with passion, each press
massaging, inviting
gazing deeply with each turn
finishing, completing
she is satisfied