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Grapes<\/strong> <\/p>\n Joel Martyr<\/strong> studied at Deakin University in Melbourne, Australia. His work has previously been published in The Explicator<\/em> and on his website Fork\u2019<\/em>s Pass Poetry. <\/em>He currently lives with his wife in Bristol, United Kingdom, where he teaches high school English.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Grapes When I talk to you about making love I am talking about how two people reach toward each other \u2014 within the limits of what their bodies will allow \u2014 and attempt to withstand the forces that would pull them apart from one another satisfied in the immediate \u2014 true […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-16203","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16203","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=16203"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16203\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":16205,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16203\/revisions\/16205"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=16203"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=16203"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=16203"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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\nWhen I talk to you about making love
\nI am talking about how two people reach toward
\neach other \u2014 within the limits of what their bodies
\nwill allow \u2014 and attempt to withstand the forces
\nthat would pull them apart from one another
\nsatisfied in the immediate \u2014 true satisfaction
\ntakes patience; it is the reason going to heaven
\nmakes sense (or seems to), we approach death
\nphysically, though what we seek is spiritual.
\nBut right now, we are only talking about making love,
\nwhich is like reading about making wine \u2014 it means
\nthat even if we were \u2018making wine\u2019, we still would not be
\ndrinking wine. Though if we were, the grapes fermenting
\nand becoming an intoxicant would be miracle enough.<\/p>\n