Two bodies, balanced in mass and power,
move in a bed in the dark.
Under the earliest human hour,
their night rocks like an ark.

They reach through the ceilings of the night,
tall as animals.
Through their valleys bends the light
of their fertile hills.

Two bodies breathe their close hellos
through interlocking pores,
while the hush of beating slows,
held by many oars.

Heart to heart, and leg to leg,
they trade still breath, until,
heart with heart, and seed with egg,
night holds two bodies still.