I see your face above mine
I feel your breath and beard upon my skin
I hear you moan as you take your pleasure
The sweat falls in droplets as we move in rhythm
We must drop the civilization that clothes us
As we move with instincts that drive us
Primeval forces that we answer to
In body and in soul
We move in perfect rhythm in my mind
For this is a poem you will never know
For soon we must rise and clothe again
We must wrap civilization again around us
and return to our lives.
You to your family, and me to mine.
- Posted:2 years ago