May 2001
Why don’t we start-up our fire engines?
Why don’t we touch and ignite our fires? 
I’ll start yours if you start mine.
I’ll feed yours oil to prime the pump,
To give you that fast start-up function.
We could pour water or wine over our hot spots.
It would be useless to fear we’d be caught.
Splash on your sweet tastes, kiss all over them,
As I lay on my back, waiting for your tongue.
The only way to kill the flames
Is to let our engines come to a boil,
Left in our own little sea of joy,
We should ride our fires untamed.