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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