Our two souls therefore, which are one, Though I must go, endure not yet A breach, but an expansion, Like gold to aery thinness beat. Mock Orange, by Louise Gluck, 1968 It is these flowers lighting the yard. I hate them as I hate sex, the man’s mouth sealing my mouth, the man’s paralyzing body— and the cry that always escapes, the low, humiliating premise of union— In my mind tonight I hear the question and pursuing answer fused in one sound that mounts and mounts and then is split into the old selves, the tired antagonisms. And then, finally, one day, you’re just tired of being sad.
When you leave my side, It's your sexy smell that I miss. I'm finally in a relationship Where there's no lying or scheming. I certainly don’t make it a part of my usual routine of alternating between the internet and whatever’s on TV, but occasionally I’ll come across a poem and be completely shocked at how relevant it is to my love life.It’s like, the poets really know what they’re talking about, you know?You can add a humorous poem to a card or send one in an email and show your love in a lighthearted yet romantic way. By Kelly Roper Once you were a guy who was single, And at a party, we began to mingle.Long story short, you grew on me like a wart, And now every time we touch, I tingle!
It's only love if you say it, And I've said it to you.