between them, so much frank need and want,
so much absorption in the other and the self and the self-
admiring entity and unity they make -
her mouth so full, breast so lifted, head thrown back so
far in her laughter at his laughter,
he so solid, planted, okay, firm, so resonantly factual in
the headlines of being craved so,
she almost wreathed upon him as they intertwine again,
touch again, cheek, lip, shoulder, brow,
every glance moving toward the sexual, every glance
away soaring back in flame into the sexual -
that just to watch them is to feel again that hitching in
the groin, that filling of the heart,
the old, sore heart, the battered, foundered, faithful heart,
snorting again, stamping in its stall.
C.K.WILLIAMS (1936 - )
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