The Sexual Six
By Jack Joseph Smith
Two boys and a girl
Two girls and a boy
Spring blossoms not too high on fruit trees
A hidden medow strips speech from gone wine
Each will release their bodies
three times with no thought to nourish
Resting for power through the silk breeze
like the sent of compeating flower colors
will not answer to destany
While controling portions of time
the skin from acting and watching
is taut with turming and cleaver sighs
The signs given with the lips and eyes,
if not delicate with the rolling and the roar
may seperate the angels
Careful touch has let the making of motion be between
while tongues have the chance to murmur he and she
Down with daring in the light of dark
Up with the blindness of stars in the day
It is the sense of we that folds the twelve arms
Side by side like a Hindu heaven