After making love,
no one should ask the other,
“What were you thinking?”
No one, that is,
who doesn’t want to hear about the past
and its inhabitants,
or the strange loneliness of the present
filled, even as it may be, with pleasure,
or those snapshots
of the future, different heads,
on different bodies.
Some people actually desire honesty.
They must never have broken into their
own houses, having forgotten the key,
and seen with an intruder’s eyes
what is theirs.
-Stephen Dunn