<olds' "true love"> 2003-05-15.1:11 a.m. True Love Sharon Olds In the middle of the night, when we get up after making love, we look at each other in total friendship, we know so fully what the other has been doing. Bound to each other like soliders coming out of a battle, bound with the tie of the birth-room, we wander down the hall to the bathroom, I can hardly walk, we weave through the dark soft air, I know where you are with my eyes closed, we are bound to each other with the huge invisible threads of sex, though our sexes themselves are muted, dark and exhausted and delicately crushed, the whole body is a sex--surely this is the most blessed time of life, the children deep asleep in their beds like a vein of coal and a vein of gold not discovered yet. I sit on the toilet in the dark, you are somewhere in the room, I open the window and the snow has fallen in a deep drift against the pane, I look up into it, a world of cold crystals, silent and glistening so I call out to you and you come and hold my hand and I say I cannot see beyond it! I cannot see beyond it! back /& forth /& frosting names are often sad