Yesssssssssssss!!!!!!
i feel it>   It may take a lil polish and buffing
(me head and this poem)
but it speaks to me and all that's to come-
of feet,  hands,  your reach,  your hummm-
as we pluck and create an orchestral thrum
with our bodies sweat oiled,
our minds clean, pure, unspoiled.
Never alone, ever again,
we see only heaven-
never again sin!