The rainbow awaits the end of rain,
rain itself from drought and pain—
the Creator puts a woman to a man,
girls to boys, a first spouse to have;

We are driven to the moment like birth,
down the corridor of scorched earth.
People need people, love a natural thing
do not stop its tide from rising,

like static cling, but bigger, better, wetter
the first kiss! Don’t through fear or pride
it miss. Love without excuse, the innocent
peck of youth to find.

You need not look hard, it so often finds you;
this song, this sound, this rising power
of the crush. The breaking of the wave,
the longed for release, we take the risk

Abandon the fear of loss, this is where
and when we jump the cliff, a leap of faith
into what created us, we cannot stop
the hot, warm kiss. Who needed it more,

her or you? Take charge. Let go,
without a first kiss, there’d be no second,
no consummation, no fire, no thrill,
no Michael, no Robert, no Tina, no Bill.