Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Sci-Fi Setting To A Fantasy Romance



you're the prettiest alien
i ever made love to
and my tongue still tastes
like your tendrils
starry-eyed
you were the super-nova
i'd always hoped for
every night
when polaris
came to play
i followed through your
galaxies
as long as i could
keep up
but you lost me
somewhere past neptune
and you just left me here
still floating

1 comment:

betterwithsmoke said...

Science fiction. Orgasmic images followed by wanderings and longing and loss. What's not to love?

From a poetic standpoint, at least.

Because, personally, I prefer satisfaction to losing my object of lust during the chase.