Thursday, November 18, 2004

Intergalactic Ravish

Each night the gods

slip off their clothes

and take a milky bath

of star shine.

Moon-seduced waves
lap
in understated praise.

Frogs and a gazillion crickets
rub body parts into ecstatic song.

The tears of a glacier plunk

hollow
into a deep crevasse.

And in some far away galaxy
plasma
dances like a possessed belly-dancer

lit up with the electric semen

of the ten-thousand lovers

that would ravish her.

1 Comments:

At 11:15 PM, Blogger pureplum said...

Oooooh, ravishing work.
Thank you.

 

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