The Electric Egg Cream

The city sleeps beneath a neon moon, Glowing within: enchantment entwining.
The two of us, she and I, imbued erotic;
Floods of night pour in through our window:
Reveal eyes that glimmer to glaring street lights,
From blood pulsating to motion in our loins,
In time to mouths compressed to nectars stirred within,
Our shadows cast a storm of torrid visions.
Profound embrace: our flesh ignites incessant flames…
Unite our spirits…tempestuous oceans;
Our bodies awash, ablaze, in waves enfolding,
Beads of sweat cascade in passion’s rain;
The flow of city lights gleams and swirls upon us,
Our hearts beat as one in frenzied rhythm;
We merge transfigured through silent chasms;
The brink begins to shine in the Eastern sky,
We thrust in waves of Mars and Venus soaring
Before the sun a wonder bursting a-glow,
As this night’s embrace unwraps the dawn. 

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Posted by MJT, filed under Personal Stuff. Date: January 17, 2008, 1:45 am |

2 Responses

1. andave_ya Says:
   January 17th, 2008 at 9:00 pm

   What a poem! “Neon moon…glaring street lights” immediately reminded me of the hustle and bustle of New York. “Floods of night pour in through our window” is STUNNING imagery. “As this night’s embrace unwraps the dawn…” how beautiful!

2. Suzann Says:
   January 18th, 2008 at 4:57 am

   Reminds me a little of some of Whitman’s work. Yet your poetry is more accessible, a little more immediate, and you pack more electricity into less space. Really nice work.

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