He says it's all one big bed anyway,
the whole fucking world.  Sooner or later
all the lines of communication cross.
The girl wanders back and forth between
rooms.  What does it matter?  The body's
sweetbread:  the open grave of the soul.
I lie down in you with others.  Freud says
every fuck is a foursome.  I love
you.  But the bodies are piling up.
And the girl wanders back and forth
between rooms.  There's a dead planet out
there for each of us.  That's why we fill
the earth with rooms and lie down together.
That's why I lie down in you with others.

--Stanley Plumly