OK Mr. Spaceman, put on your interplanetary
sneakers and boogie through the cosmos with me!

 

So what do you think about when
you're having sex, James?

Umm, well,
melons, space travel, smoking
guns and salty orifices: my heart
is a high-soaring falcon, etc.

Naturally the Big Bang,
and the Marx Brothers film:
A Day at the Races

Or I think of my nose,
exploring like a bloodhound
the sweet trail of scent
between your legs

Or my hard and brilliant cock,
a glowing rocket docked
inside your hot little
after-burner

While I cruise the hyperspace
between your alien eyes,
and my sperm startreks
through the galaxy
like a billion tiny colonists
lost in orgasmic diaspora

 
 

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