To Make Love Without Love

To make love without love is easy Physical jerks and spasms Cracking a match to flame Like a puppet propelled by lust Even in the act of closest union (The clue's in the sentence) You remain alone With the stars, the moon The surmountable constellations The lover, the bed, the night As necessary in their time As food to the starved stomach The lover enters the womb As a visitor soon to depart Crossing the border of selves On a temporary visa Now my breasts are ruined My face a slab No-one will come to lay themselves On the altar of my body Only the undertaker Attentive as a magpie Will brush my hair and touch me At the last.