Rust stains on morning sheets Sharp exhalation, rush of relief The bird's escaped the bee Eyes lock complicitly Shared joy, a smile, then you tear them free And flee, to tiled sanctuary Gambling all against the call of nature I fold that role of life creator Could be a bitter twist awaits me later But I'll let it ride Facing this age-old stress Premeditation works out best Slide safety off the gun With each day overdue We fortify positions strewn Around your sanctum sanctorum Gambling all against the call of nature I fold that role of life creator Could be a bitter twist awaits me later But I'll let it ride Your phallic fetters get the better of me every time I ache for you but Care must be taken not to awaken that fertile mound Spray herbicide and Scatter my seeds in barren fields on rocky mountainsides We must deny them Purchase in a surface where their roots can spread beneath the ground and Grow to flower in your garden Love's not a factor here Nor advancing years or financial fears Those points may not be blunt But it's pure philosophy Maslow's peak trumps biology Self-absorption's my chief affront Gambling all against the call of nature I fold that role of life creator Could be a bitter twist awaits me later But I'll let it ride