-I-
A rough neighborhood.
A rundown building,
with sewage oozing
out of its walls.
A dank apartment
on the third
floor,
with termites
invading its doors.
A squeaking bed
and two naked bodies...
wrestling
on a worn-out mattress.
Hmm.
Is there really love left in the world?
Is there happiness?
-II-
The eyes are shining.
The smiles are wide and appealing.
The skin is soft and glowing.
The aroma...intoxicating.
The robes go down gently.
The hungry flesh lies exposed...waiting.
The ravishing begins.
The ravishing begins,
and it goes on and on,
until every muscle is
exhausted,
and all the love
in the world
has been made a thousand fold.
And the pleasure and the pain
are found in each other.
Is this all the beauty left in the world?
Is this happiness?
June 1996