When love takes a tumble Till it is nothing But bodies writhing And clothes thrown in a jumble The soul's supposed to be peaking Though struggling, but reaching For the ultimate plane That's a hybrid of agony, ecstasy, joy, pain If know you must Whether I like lust I know my chromosomes Are never ordered like logarithm tables I bet you, yours too, you'll see "My beloved is unto me As a cluster of campfire In the vineyards of Ein Gedi" (My beloved is unto me As a Cla** A Amplifier From Musical Fidelity). My regards to you Angus Or is it David.