Make the ordinary a revelation
Make exquisite the crass
Break the mold of our type, expanding desire
Let the body be a temple where all are welcome
the Ancient, Terence, said:
I am human—nothing human is strange to me.
Make this rocking moment a lungful eternal
Under keen stars, under sun cloud rain and sleet
sex with X, Y & Thee does it with pluck & verve,
so few of my hard-won poems.