the poem is disturbing. the love making almost violent. and yet it ends with this beautiful imagery.
"Their heads fell apart into sleep like the two halves
Of a lopped melon, but love is hard to stop
In their entwined sleep they exchanged arms and legs
In their dreams their brains took each other hostage
In the morning they wore each other's face"
... and I didn't know whether I was dreaming of sleeping with you or sleeping with you and dreaming.
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