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  1. Our Cylinders

From the recording Our Cylinders

I wanted to write a song about the physical aspect of the act of love, but  described without any hint of vulgarity.  Then, suddenly, the idea of two cylinders came to mind.  I realized that connecting two cylinders can create a telescope, periscope or kaleidoscope.  I then wrote a poem titled "Our Cylinders" and later came up with music for it.  Once the music was composed, I had to make alterations to the poem to create the final lyrics.

Lyrics

OUR CYLINDERS
Michael Dyer © 2010
 
Our cylinders fit just like a telescope. 
Both slip and slide: two lovers seeking the inside,
Of each other. 
My cylinder nears your sweet, cylindrical hollow,
No tears or fears. All flowingly clear, so easy to follow.
 
An allure so magnetic.  A force, fiercely kinetic.
We must extend and compress.  Must collide and caress.
Must extend and compress.  Must collide and caress.
All fear and distress destroyed, with time itself,
In arrest.
 
Our cylinders rise like periscopes.
Mirrors in mirrors, like intertwined rope.
Such views, through warm inner tubes.
 
Our cylinders turn, silently grope, like fate's own,
Kaleidoscope.
Wild snowflakes it makes,
Just for our sakes!
 
Panoramas so vast, 
Where lovers' dreams are cast.
Each vision -- so crazed; each position -- leaves us amazed.
 
Must extend and compress.  Must collide and caress.
 
So blest our optometries; so matched, 
Our geometry!
Our cylinders pass through one another.
Slow and then fast, fast and then slow. 
They flow into each other.
 
One covers the other with each soft glide.
They wink and hide and hover. Our cylinders, 
Forever lovers! 
 
Must extend and compress. Must collide and caress.
Must extend and compress. 
Must collide and caress.