Looking Outside Ourselves

A lustful urge
Compels a joining;
Two bodies moving together,
Brief words exchanged and
Time squandered in a
Pointless exercise meant
To soothe our raging torment.
And when the moment is past
The body sated
Still the urge remains
As we seek that moment in time
When the essence of who we are
Merges with the right person
And fucking becomes making love.

july 3, 1999

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