Moan of Creation

Our flesh on flesh entwined, defies
an iron world of wheels and
whizzing, propelled by progress and
silently
fluttering between cogs and currents.

Our lust and frantic knocking of hips, negates
wonder reduced to a single digit
of a formula tested true in
a binary world
of dark and light and light and dark.

The urgency of our thrusts
silences the squeak and creak of
this brittle machine running
oiled with slag and greed in
this world of made.

Our frantic heaving moan,
rises above a diminished world,
that lingers,
captive in
a maelstrom of double helixes
and blasted particles.

Flesh on flesh entwined,
transcends this world of made
by our simple indefinable
heaving moan of creation.