Long before, the bible's
Account of sex
What knowledge on it's history
Filtered through, then?
Lets look back
On the discovery, of the smile
Two Neanderthal hunters
One an elder
More experienced, in the art
Of the hunt
The Other
a young brave, on his first hunt.

Together
They leave on a journey
With well honed spears
And their eagerness
For the brave's
First kill
Into the third day
of the hunt
They encountered
A snow storm, along the way.

Snow falling, fast and furious
Blinding and unable
To search for land marks
They came upon, a natural dent
On a hill's dryer side
Fearing hypothermia
They decided, to wait out the storm
The young brave's pelt
Outter garment
Was soaked through
And he was barely standing
The elder hunter
Before leaveing, for the hunt
Had lightly greased, his pelt cape
Water proofing it.

The elder laid, on the dry ground
the young brave, fearing freezing
After the elder, fell asleep
Curled up in front of his companion
And under his dry pelt
In a fetal position, naked
Seeking body heat
He finally drifted, into a peaceful sleep
As his body drew heat
The warm rays, of a beautiful sunrise
Caress the hunter's faces
As the morning warmed up
Promising a great, clear spring day
Both hunters woke
To the warmness, on their faces
both discovering, "The Smile"
On each other's faces.

By: William Bonilla
8/02/03