In the last 48 hours I have slept maybe 5
My life has been told through poems I have randomly encoutered as of late
Sex Without Love
Sharon Olds
How do they do it, the ones who make love
without love? Beautiful as dancers,
gliding over each other like ice-skaters
over the ice, fingers hooked
inside each other's bodies, faces
red as steak, wine, wet as
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