CLANDESTINE EUPHORIA
After slamming all the doors
And carefully turning the keys in the locks
Until it was no longer a chore
I shut down the funhouse of my emotions
Blocking out every last physical memory, albeit
They were as timeless as the tides of the oceans
Willingly comatosing my way through the halls of monotony
To the dungeon where I obtained a zombie-like consistency
Flash forward to where I stepped unknowingly
Across a threshold into cubic squares of ecstasy
My very own Narnia of tactile sensuality
Brimming with micro-bursts of energy
Compelling both miniscule fuses and mammoth reactors to rupture
Into just the right mixture of pleasure
Held so lovingly in the tiniest of smiles
Be my judge, my jury, my executioner
For I freely accept my sentence as you convict me
With every embrace of your capable hands
Smoothing, carving, rolling, and chipping away at me
This living, breathing sculptured product of desire
Invoking the cry of “More!”
But it is barely contained by a gag of impropriety
Just as I am writhing immoveable
Beneath these constraints of happenstance
Turning without rhyme are these hands of time
As you turn me gently on the spit, insatiable
Trembling and tinged by the flames of hope reborn
At once holding me captive and setting me free of blame
Who could have envisioned the torturous bliss of this thrilling circumstance?
But no, let’s not forget the other twin powers of sweet arousal
Blessedly ripped and torn
One a shimmering pool of reticence, silence
The other diction of turbulent whispers
Then, like the journey of a feather
You lay me quietly back into my earthly bound existence
Leading us to say a pitifully banal “See ya”
All the while the trinity of my essence
Is infinitely grateful for yet another
Clandestine euphoria