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Not the Way They Used to Make Love

Standing up, fumbling over clasps

And hooks, boxers and pink panties

Puddled at the ankles. Or sprawled out,

Spread-eagled, those wild furtive nights

On the Persian rug, the kitchen table,

Bra dangling from the dusty galaxy

Of the chandelier. But only now,

If at all, in the dusky bedroom, rocking

Side by side in the last slant of sunlight,

Their tired, broken-down bodies

Rising once more to the old familiar task

Of making each other beautiful again.