When you find yourself Lying next to, above or below A body begging for love that is not love but desire.

(What is the difference between The two? Giving and Receiving. Rain and earth.)

Let there be no guilt. Desire is purer than love ever can be. One is an idea, the other is heat, Skin, saliva and bone.

Don’t drag in ideas for what life Should stand for. There will be hours between any two Fulfillments, any two feasts For such confusions to cast their shadows

Over the cities of the soul. But at the late hour when in the dark Desire takes form as a thirst, a thrust

And the bed is a lake to sink deeper Deeper with another body tied to yours A block of concrete, a heavy stone

Be with that person. Don’t think of the others – I, for example. There is a way into the beyond, perhaps, through him Or her.

The rest will follow as well, Pain, blooming flowers. Love, falling leaves. Me and my tears.

How does the world look if you are a nut, 40 years old, a poet at heart, and your best friend is best described as an orangutan, who cares only to eat, think about having sex, is capable of creating poetry with his hands and is kinder than you are?

Elling, the Norwegian Oscar Nominee, is the movie to watch for answers to such mysteries. Or just to buoy the mood on a day when every thing happens to be a disaster!