... at least with respect to sex. (This is not a complaint.) Probably that's why I had to read this line of poetry three times. It's lovely in its restraint. [ETA: emphasis added]
I will go back to that silent evening //
When we lay together and talked in low, silent voices //
...
Not until what hastens went slower did we sleep.
From "That Silent Evening" by Galway Kinnell, reprinted in Garrison Keillor's Good Poems for Hard Times.
~ JBB
