The Hidden Cycle of Man.

it starts with undefined longing...
moments that propels the endless search...
moments thats leads to hazy fathomless future...

one small talk leads to another...
hands snakely interwine and
eyes glazy with tears...
tears of joy...

moments later,
pressurized sunction of
hard red lips
exchange spittle...

blood pressure catapults
to mount Everest...
legs locked in jerky
sporadic tango...

gibberish uttered at interval
maybe screams of ecstacy...
then-
dymystified creatures jet
waggingly to the Groove...

the dot is formed
and it gradually inflates
to a baloon shape...

nine months later,
siren , screeching tyres
nurses, noises, doctor-
smiles- life!