Champagne Talk Poem by Fernando Ayala

Why don't we go

thru the motions

of procreation

without succumbing

to the temptation

Of savoring

our lives

with any predilection

that could be seen

as procrastination?



Bohemic tendencies aside

I'd like to see this slide

deliciously into

whoever's bedside.



Let's just let

the bubbles do their work

and enjoy what we get

in releasing

that electricity

exuded so exuberantly

whenever we are within range

of each other's

auric territory.