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Date Posted: 12:04:36 01/08/02 Tue
>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 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
I like Sharon Olds, btw. Used to "know" someone who bought me Sharon Olds books for occasions. :)
Still got the books. Long since forgetten the someone.
S
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