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Love is a trampoline bed.

Love is a trampoline bed. It is a bit of taut strong fabric stretched over a steel frame. The steel itself is cold. It is cold enough to make the frame even more uncomfortable.
The trampoline bed is not elastic itself. It uses a lot of coiled springs. It always takes time to coil the springs to the frame and effort to stretch the fabric. Elasticity is provided by the springs that connect the fabric to the frame. There are trampoline artists - more commonly known as lovers. It is now elasticity which enables lovers to jump up and down on the trampoline bed.

It is now elasticity that sends artists into and out of the satisfying possibility of smashing onto the floor at every elevation on the trampoline bed. How high lovers bounce away heightens their commitment and how fast they fall down deepens their attachment. 

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