Poem by: Ben Dunk.† September 1978.




In the consummate heart of the lover

Dwells the desire to consume


To the creature of lust nothing is the answer

But to the predator of primeval affection

Comes the oblivion of communion


Let the instinct roll on and

In extant time stand tranquil


Fill then the fulfillment of love

Descend into the order of stimulation

Desire non-intransigence of each otherís soul


Then the lost dreams come into focus

And the surveillance of adoration becomes mutual


They are one in the natural and mystical elements

They conspire in a head-locked embrace

Whilst bodies satiate their own conception of humanity.