Sex can seem like everything and nothing at the same time. If we measure our hours with someone, so few of them are spent rolling around in bed. Yet sex is the one thing that distinguishes our relationship with our partner from all others. It’s the most intimate way to know another person but thrives in mystery. It’s like that optical illusion: See it one way, and two people are staring into each other’s eyes. See it the other, and all you have is an empty vessel. – Amy Maclin, “Big Love”
Perhaps a day will come
when a man
and a woman, like
us,
will touch this love and it will still have the strength
to burn the hands that touch it.
Who were we? What does it matter?
They will touch this fire
and the fire, my sweet, will say your simple name
and mine, the name
that only you knew, because you alone
upon earth know
who I am, and because nobody knew me like one,
like just one hand of yours,
because nobody knew how or when
my heart was burning:
only
your great dark eyes knew,
your wide mouth,
your skin, your breasts,
your belly, your insides,
and your soul that I awoke
so that it would go on
singing untilt he end of life.
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