How beautiful are our animals:
my feet pummelling your sweet hind;
your thighs astraddle my ankle.
How innocent and beautiful - my hand
lathering between your peach-cheeks,
bending my face close to sandlewood soap
your scribbled shins.
It is not sin.
It is merely terrifying.
It is terrifying to know each other
naked as dumb animals;
mute and swollen with animal soul.
No longer is this mellow drama for
my climax or your syntax.
It is the rugged theatre of the primates;
it is the ritual at the rough conception of all others.
It is the world’s first terrible sacrament.