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He chants: “Let us go to the rocky reef
at dawn when a whale of a pond
is awakening & getting ready
for a frisky morning.”
She echoes: “Let us go to the rocky reef
at sunset when rosy time tints the sky
and water embraces all shapes
in its fluid mirror.”
He urges: “Dawn is the spring of hope
the hilarity of a new day
fresh desire when the old is dormant
& the future uncertain.”
She counters: “Dusk is a harbinger
of mystery unfolding its treasures
in deepening tones
renewing the senses, fulfilling desire.”
He asks: “Why wait for night
when earth is dark & forbidding
& day has died a natural death?”
She ruminates: “At night the universe is still
when you can hear your soul chanting
a chorus of unexpected desires.”
He intones: “The noon sun is wasted time
destroying energy, wilting the flesh
dragging on needlessly into nothing.”
She suggests: “Noon is the limbo that precedes
nocturnal discovery & knowledge
inspiring unlimited release of urges.”
He challenges: “Where were you at dawn
when we met on the beckoning rock
and pledged our lasting union?”
She whispers: “I was submerged in your arms
in sprightly dance on the moonlit reef
where were you?”
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