Making love
The oldest deed of them all
What Adam and Eve rehearsed
And mastered as the prelude to a species
A feat that is both nonsensical
Yet profound, simple yet compound
An unholy psalm and an un-choreographed dance
After all one act of making love
Is merely the gale of two articulate whisperers
Of warm-blooded desire, when two creatures
Bid adieu to the rustle of chemicals
In their abscission to mother earth
For there is always an aftermath
To the highest note of song
When love loses her electricity
And returns to her ground state
After all there are both
Outer orbitals and inner sanctuaries
To a beautiful edition
Of matter consummating medium

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