the moment of loving is precisely the same as
the moment of poetry it goes in a flow three
times faster than the rest of this slow bear's
blood life where so called thinking
hibernaciously slow is weighed down,
nearly drowned by bad logic and logic
is just the inability to see, and
logic is just wishing you didn't
see and all the daylight thinking
is burned by its limits
do you remember your limbs
and my limbs twined together
at two in the morning and magic
of sex faster than love and love
faster than thought and the most
sacred moments of our lives are
like that, holy like that,
fucking like that