Sex Without Love Poem by James McLain

Sex without love; and all eyes are around us,
and that warm knife was the judge, of each other.
Sex, cannot weather love against contested tapestries,
if even but one strategic hill, is turned over to quickly.
And you go about your business gone away, detached
and then you become so like me and hurt, when I do too.
The marked line was laid out before us and the race once
started and my turtle found the road, just to leave it.
Can love melt away so fast, does the milk now taste sour,
and even then the bees leave the dance with no honey.
We climbed more mountains than there are now left and
on top looking down, is sex now only like over yon, those hills.
And love was knowing what you thought and how did it you,
the mystery of me thinking of you as I held you over the moon.
What do we tell the children now, even just before they came,
and do the lawyers love us more, like children do, not for money.
Before us the hive and all the wax we placed therefore to be,
and the forest stops short of breath, and roses are but what.
There before you all the split wood, and his crown you set,
and sex without love is really only that, I think naive. 'I laid, against.