No cheek is its own island,
Independent, aloof.
Each one complements the other,
Connected by a groove.
If a derriere were left unexplored by love's tonue,
Joy feels the loss.
As well as if a linguist left uncunning neglects,
As well as if a moon of thine own were eclipsed,
Or of thine friend's were.
Each behind unbared leaves us bare,
For I embrace all behinds.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom's ass it eats,
It eats for thee.