A Night's Conversation

I turn out the lights
And he turns on the radio,
And it's almost like a routine
The way he approaches the bed
And I approach him.
We smile at each other
With other people
On our minds.
We start with a gentle peck
And then probably a kiss
Of feelings close to disgust.
He kisses my scars
Scars that remind me of wounds-
Wounds that he wasn't a part of.
It isn't love
And we both are in pain,
And we make love,
A good night's sleep is preordained.
I turn out the lights
Inside my head as well.
"Oh, stop thinking."
He turns on the radio
And a million thoughts
Approach his mind.
Tomorrow,
We shall not remember each other
for I have someone else to go to
And he has someone else in his mind.
But we'll smile at each other-
Smile close to disgust.
And we'll call it love
When naked bodies meet
Knowing not,
That love it is not.
For our naked souls await
To be revealed
And a good conversation
Was our sole need.