“In our lovemaking we live lives. The fetal stage of tender strokes and murmurings, hearing the heartbeat, sipping the milk. Then older child at play, tangle and untangle, hair full of flowers. The youth exploring darkness—those secret places—harsh, fragrant, the coarse, the raw, the torn, the new. And then the moment of maturity, that racking of the bones with life’s convulsions. Here we face all fear, all desire, here we may comfort forth from darkness every demon and transform with healing breath. In our quiet aftermath, we settle into silence, touch each other with that tenderness again. Yes, I have seen life, yes, and all here in the circle of our pelvises and all here to the rhythms of our hearts we sleep.