Poem - Still by David Romtvedt

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This poem came up on the Writer's Almanac a couple of weeks ago, and I appreciated the feeling of it. It's not a scene that's hot-sexy; to me it recalls two people endeavoring to connect, and how the awkward, humbling process and daily "showing up" and liberal application of loving generosity can turn into a beautiful connection.

here's a taste:

"...we are shining here
in our cold skins
under warm quilts.
We pull our shirts over our heads
and toss them to the floor
and the only thing grotesque
is the space through which
we stumble each night...."

(I don't want to give away the end, the most delicious part!)

You can read it here: