The rhythm of light the planes make rappels across my sky
Like pole vaulting leaps or loversí delight,
The adventures lips take in their kissing,
Familiar this moment when I can fly,
Opium this ever so willing surrender to bliss:

Sex it seemsí of  primary sight, no suordinate he
this Caliban,
this natural man
I know him well--
He rises monolithic,
Goyan god lusting after spirit.
Like a handmaiden she prepares him the way (true love does, for sex)
and makes herself to go before the god,  guard and servant to his need

How long the match enclosed in ice still burns! How long the soul of man in 
pain must bide!
Why such passionate repitition? Why such thrill in recognition?
Wherefore the need of something tender? Wherefore this precious tension?
There is an answer here I need! Here is a question gone to seed
 

The match's glow of fire enclosed in ice remains
(Sad eyed lady should I wait sings in the other room, foreplay to the real 
thing)
I have a nightgown here with stains, and the waterfall, and fountain
And you have the fortress of the ring

So speak the lovers, Ariel's prelude to the entry of the god
 

Mary Freeman