06/16/2016
I've been working with many couples lately. Some who've been married 30 plus years, some who are only two or three years into it and some who are contemplating marriage. Quite the mix and so so gratifying. What an honor it is to be welcomed into this sacred space between two people. I am hearing many of these people speak about their intimacy and death of the s*xual spark that was so alive and vibrant in the beginning. "How to get it back" they wonder. And I listen compassionately as I gently help them inquire into this question.
Here is a poem I found in the beginning of the book by Esther Perel titled, Mating in Captivity.
This poem is titled:
Wild Things in Captivity by D. H. Lawrence
Wild things in captivity
while they keep their own wild purity
won't breed, they mope, they die.
All men are in captivity,
Active with captive activity,
and the best won't breed, though they don't know why.
The great cage of our domesticity
kills s*x in a man, the simplicity
of desire is distorted and twisted awry.
And so, with bitter perversity,
gritting against the great adversity,
the young ones copulate, hate it, and want to cry.
S*x is a state of grace,
In a cage it can't take place.
Break the cage then start in and try.
D. H. Lawrence
(I believe that "man" is supposed to include all of humanity in this poem).