just thoughts..
I don't pretend to understand the mystery of love, but when it's more than sex, more than using someone's body. It's like being lifted off the earth, outside fear and torment, being part of something greater than myself. Being lifted out of the dark cell of my own mind, to become part of someone else-- it's the first step outward to the universe-- because in it and with it you merge to recreate and perpetuate the human spirit. Expanding and bursting outward, and contracting and forming inward, it's the rhythm of being--of breathing, of heartbeat, of day and night--and the rhythm of bodies setting off an echo in the mind. And as you lay there, you can see how important physical love is, how necessary it is to be in each other's arms, giving and taking. As when men to keep from being swept overboard in the storm clutch at each other's hands to resist being torn apart, so your bodies fuse in a link in the human chain that keeps you from being swept into nothing.