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.