This sonnet is about something simple

commonplace yet not so much

There is no simpler act to contemplate,
and yet one given such importance we
connect our ruling wills to what each mate
through partnership desires. The mystery
of physiology requires that thrill
accompanies a moment which from books
of plain description would not seem to fill
our thoughts with oxytocin, yet the hooks
of loving lusts embed their barbs intract-
ably and unavoidably, to hold
our lives suspended just as if 'twere stacked
as times where each connection is enrolled
and our excitements vaulted -- so the core
we strive to cherish is both less and more.


That'll make 'em think for awhile.