it can only be pathological
the human intense effort to confuse
the violence of sex for the intimal
desires that bodies to kindness infuse.
nature thus informed every animal
and from the leopard to the woodlouse
intercourse is the briefest interval
to be spent in rage before with ease doze,
then, forgotten the coital storm, grooming
joins private rifts in unified bodies
when conflict to irradiance brews, forming
no vaunt: the id is in all contraries.
alas we deem love for peering hands being,
when our felt proximity, naked, lays.
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