Anting (is when birds use ants - by rubbing or allowing them to crawl on their feathers for self-maintenance)

Birds perform anting 

without any shame,

in the open.

In different forms,

the same 

relates to humans.

Literature is anting.

Love is anting.

Talking and listening, anting.

Reading, anting.

Like birds,

we wallow in there

to soar high, again.

The thing to remember, however,

is this: every body reeks of ache.