Tenderness is mandatory.
Careless lurches may draw blood,
enthusiasms leave abrasions,
excessive ardour has been known
to snap off spinal plates.
There is the constant burden of
the force of gravity that pulls
against the need for viable eggs.
The wear and tear on genitalia,
like spoil of grind of glacier, is
lost in some future fossil count.
The adaptationists suggest
that gentleness emerges here,
and some will come to call it love.