sex_without_love__by_sharon_olds nah....! see: yellow before proceeding "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 . 011127 ... ClairE OMG! I read that before I knew who she was!!!! Lynn may have given it to me. Or me her. 011127 ... girl i love that poem sooo much! 011218 ... Fire&Roses wow... 030714 ... pipedream silent whenever i am the mostest appreciative, i don't know what to say. 040120 ... egger has seen this somewhere before 040121 ... once again Tonight I was serching for this poem... and I found it... It had been submitted by zenfishsticks... I came to see. 050127 ... phil if we are alone in the universe.... which universe are you talking about? alone in the universe... insane! 050127 ... jane she handed me this poem and said, "i thought of you." 050219 what's it to you? who go blather from