To make love with a stranger is the best. <br />There is no riddle and there is no test. -- <br /> <br />To lie and love, not aching to make sense <br />Of this night in the mesh of reference. <br /> <br />To touch, unclaimed by fear of imminent day, <br />And understand, as only strangers may. <br /> <br />To feel the beat of foreign heart to heart <br />Preferring neither to prolong nor part. <br /> <br />To rest within the unknown arms and know <br />That this is all there is; that this is so.<br /><br />Vikram Seth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unclaimed/
