I have to get on the highway right away, so for this post I was looking for a poem that's (a) short, and (b) doesn't need explication. I found this gem :) Have a happy weekend!
A Poetics of Sex
By Mary Jo Salter
In bed we find no clean
division of body and soul:
anatomy
is metonymy.
Kissing your parts, I mean,
I mean the whole.
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