I don’t feel it. Really
don’t feel that earthquake
down in my intestines again.
I’ve no more heartbreak
left in me now.
I see the steady dying
of your enthusiasm,
like a graveyard.
I will now donate my orgasms
to a dead cause,
not give my heart again,
though it still moves my body,
functioning as it would
like any old shoe.
Sonja Broderick
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/that-over-feeling/
