Sex Without Love Poem by Sharon Olds

Sex Without Love

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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.

James 10 February 2019

These lovers find joy in the experience. They don't need to own the relationship but come to it unafraid and trusting. Neither do they fear the morality police.

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Alice 19 April 2019

Especially since the morality police aren't actually the police. Exercising caution and asking questions (to which one is provided with verifiable answers) is advised.

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Stott 08 March 2018

Agreed indeed. They may also feed On greed....addiction&compulsion as well as solipsism. Masters of the use and abuse, victor and victim relationship.

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M Asim Nehal 28 September 2016

Profound poem with nice message.

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