What can the body do but enter
and be entered, if not by the mouth
of love, by words from mouths that made
love possible, or by the memory of words.
If the flesh is hushed, memory ravishes,
stands under loss, stupefied by understanding,
marries absence to desire, both being outside of time,
and makes a riddle of similitude.
Kathleen Peirce, from “Confession 9.10.25,” The Oval Hour: Poems (University of Iowa Press, 1999)