Scheme of Things

From primordial ooze the mystery beget,
From the beginning I loved the wiggle of your DNA strand,
And she; now more than the thought; the actual thought process,
And this thought process longs to proceed to action in your arms,
And this desire that predates memory and will outlive its own greed,
Has the nobility to heal the sick and the barbarity to sicken the healthy,
The very span of the heavens seems no more vast than a glance of your eyes,
And to drink in slowly that ambrosia of your face makes Heaven seem a lesser
prize,
And when your body just gets in the way when I wish to fondle your mind,
I kiss even softer your body and at once I am found in that land,
In this casual miracle of world; stars and kisses,
Her lips answer quest and question and so wonder is its own kiss,
She is that daughterless dream that makes beauty desire to be born,
And that chemical in things that gives the Earth its color,
That’s just how love is.