Ah, the dichotomy we present

When coupled madly as we are now

That we should softly converse this way

And render cares away somehow

And how arousing is your worried voice

And how soothing mine is in reply

While madly beating are the wings

That keep us one, and on the fly

A hand that brushes at your hair

Lips that gently crease your own

While fusion inarticulately

Commands all movement down below  

We speak, still one above the fray

Then sweetly silent, float away

05/01/1999