A Night of Record Sex

Under Orgasmic Neon Lights

I became the blue boy

Krishna coming on earth,

And you were black Kali

Swathed in heat and fire,

In the guise of a cow girl.

The satyric door opened and closed;

The Olympian floods began—

Our bodies arching

Over time and reason

To pound and smooth

Ourselves into ecstasy.

We were all opened and entered,

Pushed and pulled, until

We became indistinguishable

From a tangle of night crawlers

Up gorged from plutonic depths.

Our energies flowed into each other

And accepted novice time

As perpetuity.

We had no clue

We were setting records

In a motel room

In Tallahassee

That one night

Of love forever.

September 2010

This is a tribute to a person who will remain unnamed although if she reads this, she will know the poem concerns her and one night we had together.  I haven't discussed the poem with her and do not feel I should name her without her consent.

By the way, I finished the mystery and it was published last month: Secret Partner.