In the gymnasium of love,
there is no act one,
no drawing of the curtain,
no finale.
So, too, the earth
turns her cheek
continually
to absorb
light of the sun,
and then releases
her treasure of heat
seamlessly
all through the night.
In the gymnasium of love,
there is no act one,
no drawing of the curtain,
no finale.
So, too, the earth
turns her cheek
continually
to absorb
light of the sun,
and then releases
her treasure of heat
seamlessly
all through the night.