Would that I could roll on my back in the warm soothing dirt 

With the pleasure of a fat brown dog

Much less fly above beach blue over green palm fronds 

Then watch a uterine sunset glow on a red carpeted dock

Maybe the hot sands of an Arabian desert 

Running naked without burn

Minarets with waving flags in the distance

Green gardens and even wet fountains 

Bright geometric patterns against the dark twinkle of stars 

Then the boyish joy of tree houses 

Gilded carved Asian temples

Red arched bridges over water-lilies and sea-grass

The colored glow of lights in the night with peacocks below

Water always surrounding all in irregular circles

These are some few things that matter

Some might mock

Some might admire

Some might pass through

Some might stay

Some might yawn

Some might have others

Some might have themselves

That can all be enough I suppose

But even deeper is warm and moist

Joined without consequence or reserve

Intimate thought coupling thought

Friction and soft gravity of bodies pressing 

Another, another, another and an other

That would all be 

But drive Eros from erotic 

And there is less in remain

Just a gap and the dry satisfaction of the solitary philatelist with a magnifying glass

The attraction of a golden Buddhas less than half