This New Pleasure
Surging rivers reaching every crevasse of my being,
alien waters from an exotic island,
hot and cold lava splashing against the walls,
fires of love invading my being,
slamming against the banks with iron feathers,
massaging my caves with dissonant melodies,
music and spears from another universe,
another being inside my being,
another fragrance, another pleasure, another clime,
a rolling down my spine with jagged wheels,
a velvet pounding, a soothing onslaught,
a volcanic outburst, a feathery drifting
on lilting clouds and tempest furor,
love’s sweet pounding with perfumed fists,
ambrosial highlands above my virgin nostrils
planting new gardens in my tender groin,
my virginal rivers filling up with exotic herbs,
my new being exploding with fragrant flowers,
mysterious torches burning a hole in my chest,
new pleasures invading my virgin fields,
my armies submitting to their intoxicating power,
my legs turned to rubber and feeble trees,
and I with no name and no home,
taken by the wind up to the exotic highlands,
to another home in the floating clouds,
the me transformed and given a new name,
a victim of love, a virgin nomad, a man possessed,
a man with rubber legs, a man afloat,
adrift on the high seas,
being blown by the wind to a new paradise,
a drifter with a breath of love in the sails
without a care of the world left behind,
filled with this new pleasure in his being.
Oh, to the power of love and love’s consummation.
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