How good can you be
when you lie next to me, heads drifted
pulsing, pressed together,
framing love’s unbend.
How good , the Sun stays,
smiling spawns of senses in our bed.
the unbending spices life spins
thoughts to others with notions,
we remind them of The Fool--
Legs wreathed to form growth to
Toast this one to love’s devout and tranquil institution
true instinct without rhyme or rule.