What a joy it would be to wake
beside you in a world
that’s pure and uncorrupted by wars;
to wake beside you
and feel the soft fire burning
in every movement of your body!

What a joy it would be to see
your exposed breasts
gleaming in a golden room,
as the dawn breaks once more
on the ordinary
miraculousness of existence!

What a joy it would be to touch
the newness,
the wildness,
of that mysterious
haven of awe and wonder,
beyond this battlefield!

What a joy it would be to begin
again at Genesis;
to begin again,
with all our senses undeadened
by horror, or hatred …
and all our chances before us!