Sex Without Love

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 the
children at birth, whose mothers are going to
give them away. How do they come to the
come to the come to the God come to the
still waters, and not love
the one who came there with them, light
rising slowly as steam off their joined
skin? These are the true religious,
the purists, the pros, the ones who will not
accept a false Messiah, love the
priest instead of the God. They do not
mistake the lover for their own pleasure,
they are like great runners: they know they are alone
with the road surface, the cold, the wind,
the fit of their shoes, their over-all cardio
vascular health--just factors, like the partner
in the bed, and not the truth, which is the
single body alone in the universe
against its own best time.

-- Sharon Olds

Mah Poem

You Came...........


and my life began
to rearrange it self suddenly
suddenly,
it took a definite course
and I was no longer wondering
as before,

you were the missing puzzle
in my life's jigsaw,
you filled in the empty space
and made my life complete;

You are the point
where every lifetime begins
you've given my life a shape
and you've colored it too;

You've put back the meaning
it lost sometime ago
and you made me



Live again..........................

By:dhanny