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.