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Courtesy of Slate, one of six great poems about sex:

BODY, REMEMBER

Body, remember not only how much you were loved,

not only the beds on which you lay,

but also those desires for you

that glowed plainly in the eyes,

and trembled in the voice—and some

chance obstacle made futile.

Now that all of them belong to the past,

it almost seems as if you had yielded

to those desires—how they glowed,

remember, in the eyes gazing at you;

how they trembled in the voice, for you, remember, body.

—Constantine Cavafy

And yes, I’m still busy, but very, very bored.