I.
I often wonder why dreams of dark
dusk and steam are less lovely when
laid bare- starkly cast and compared to
soft soothing streams of nature
nurtured into a perfect, picturesque pattern.
II.
Making love is a motion, movement,
action of one and one together taking
and giving til sparks are struck and
songs are spun and who—who are we
to hold their hearts in helotry.
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