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Two stout continents of style and thought

stand you and I, yours and mine.

Between us spreads the ocean of form and rhyme.

Does such sea separate us or unite?





The moon and other reasons make sea-tides.

I see the man up there, his dimpled smile.

Let us deal nearer, in frankness; words beguile.

There’s more in secret confession than tryst besides.





To Maker of urge, Sater of teased appetites,

two itches we scratched, two scents sniffed.

This two of us will find the means to lift

our folded pairs of dreams to loftier heights.





“Count-down”, ignition has begun already;

your passion-flame makes my soul burn steady.