With imagination as my guide,
I film a glorious psychedelic masterpiece.
This passionate sex experiment is best if drunk,
Plastered off of the visual melody
Of intertwined limbs
Resting upon an herbal blanket.
I compose our make-out harmonies
Along with my collaborator
In the art of coital contortions.
We climb and we swing
Like children on monkey bars.
She reaches for the next available fleshy rung.
She grabs hold of the sturdiest bar,
Curving her torso to the heavens
As I protect her
From the blinding beams of the exchange
Between solar and lunar forces.
Our bodies rock and roll
As we dance horizontally
Within the confines
Of the elements.
Saline soaked skin
Fertilizes the earth below.
As we come together,
I thrust
As every last drop of utopian ambrosia
Stops short of entering her gates
Of lubricated skin.
The grass embraces us.
We give in to gravity.
We rest,
Watching attentively
As the worms enjoy
The rumbling from above the ground.
Eyes close as our third eyes remains open,
Keeping watch for the night.

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