The Naked and the Wet

It's all illusion, nothing else my friend,
man is idea, a phantom, so speculations end,
a woman and a washstand are the same,
vast spaces filled with swirling, twirling nuclei, electrons,
playing that old, eternal, hidden game,
this, ere he died, some famous man did claim,
which makes me wonder if he ever with a washstand slept,
or for his personal hygiene a sensuous woman kept.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2005 Alfred Charasz