Unbridled licentiousness with no holds barred, br Immediate and mutual lust, satisfiable br In the heat, upon demand, aroused again br And satisfied again, lechery unlimited. br br Till space runs out at the bottom of the page br And another pair of lovers, forever young, br Prepotent, endlessly receptive, renews br The daylong, nightlong, interminable grind. br br How decent it is, and how unlike our lives br Where “fuck you” is a term of vengeful scorn br And the murmur of “sorry, partner” as often heard br As ever in mixed doubles or at bridge. br br Though I suspect the stuff is written by br Elderly homosexuals manacled to their br Machines, it’s mildly touching all the same, br A reminiscence of the life that was in Eden br br Before the Fall, when we were beautiful br And shameless, and untouched by memory: br Before we were driven out to the laboring world br Of the money and the garbage and the kids br br In which we read this nonsense and are moved br At all that was always lost for good, in which br We think about sex obsessively except br During the act, when our minds tend to wander.