a subtle breeze carried
what is really indescribable,
but it settled on me,
covering my skin with balm,
invisible to the eye,
inviting in its nakedness
and flooding the stem
with sanguinous fluids,
producing, by meiotic division,
an offering of peace
to be gracefully accepted
within caves of willingness,
and tasted by the tongues of lust,
a journey into hapless destiny,
yet with its secret plan
passed on to man by God
whose very words still ring
in human ears, go forth and play,
to tangle takes just two.
It took some time of course
before they saw that gonads may turn blue.