Soothe the young man's sweating forehead

					Touch the naked stem held hidden there

					Safe in such dark hayssed wired nest

					Then his light brown eyes are quick

					Once touch is what he thought was grip

					Tis not his hands those there but mine

					And safe, my hands seek to gain

					All knowledge of my master's manly rain

					The scented taste that stills my tongue

					Is wrong that is set but not undone

					His fiery eyes can slash savage skin

					And force all seriousness away

					He wades in close waters

					Deep sleep alters his senses

					I must obey my only rival

					- He will command our twin revival:

					The same

					Insane

					Sustain

					Again (the two of us so close to our own hearts)

					I silenced and wrote

					This is awe

					Of the coincidence