One of life’s finest achievements
That even when I’m not here
Still I’m here with you
That our bodies are not obstacles
To the most intimate presence
That there is another possibility
In which our bodies become transparent
And we see what we are
We see our bodies as mere spectators
Of real pleasure rank beginners
In the science of love
But where else could I have
Held you dear
If not my beating heart
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