Caught between two worlds,
Neither male nor female,
Black nor white,
Over hills and under dale,
This force of nature will prevail.
Rig the sails and let\'s set sail.
Coming to you from far away,
Hoping soon your lips to sway
Ad kiss my mizzenmast.
Just please don\'t go too fast.
Large triangles catch the wind,
As swift fingers adjust the lines
To passages tropical and divine,
Moist and humid, smooth as silk
With gently sloping vales.
The sun glows high in clearest sky
And matches Neptune\'s skin
With equal chaleur.
-- Stephen Chesnut