In the lovacious time between the orgasm and the pee
When the world contains just you and me
And us are floating knee to thee, suspended in a timeless lea
Of perfect now,
All is possible.

Surely in this beguine when the begats began
This wondrous pas de deux of wo and man,
In ancient rhyme made fresh and ours so quite new again
Of perfect now,
All is possible.

If resting here is where we start when upon arise
And arousal part, that we may daily each to each again apprise
With less defended more forgiving eyes, in love reach out
So imperfect now,
All is possible.