The horse mounted the mare slowly and precisely
and then stopped.

He was profoundly disturbed by a piece of straw.

He was profoundly distracted by the sad toy
upside down in the tree.

He was profoundly disengaged by half a cloud
in the corner of his wet eye.

And then he continued.

Nothing is forgot by lovers
except who they are.

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I love that she skews the act of lovemaking by using horses.
Emphasis on the words “disturbed,” “distracted,” and “disengaged” because of their shared preceding words; what is forgotten may even be that he’s a horse.  Consider transcendence in this act.

The ending couplet: Not only so terribly truthful, but it wraps up precisely where the short poem was going.  There is no predicted ending, but it zips it up and punches it home.