a poem too can be male and female <br />the way we want it <br /> <br />i write it upon your urging <br />you say you are lonely and you have no one <br />to trust or to speak or to sleep with <br /> <br />you are vacant and blank and empty <br />you are crying all alone and you wipe your tears <br />in the silence of the four corners of your room <br /> <br />you open up a need. and i am there to fill it up. <br />i am silent too. and i know when to stand and when to sit <br />upon your gentle command. <br /> <br />you ask for a poem about love. i write it. <br />you want something harder. you want me to dance the <br />dance of lust. i comply. <br /> <br />i write a poem about an orgasm of words. <br />an ecstasy buried on some free verses. <br /> <br />i bow down to your urges. you too bow down before me. <br />as i uncover what wraps me, what encloses me. <br />we open up like flowers shedding off leaves. <br />we face the reality that we are big enough to understand <br /> <br />the power of ejaculation and the receptacles of orgasm. <br />we look at each other eye to eye only to close our eyes again. <br /> <br />then our mouths fuse. everything fuse. Interlocking. <br />and then it rains. we take shelter in each other's arms. <br /> <br />we live again. we throw away all the sighs. we have become one. <br />the gods find us and they are filled with what they once felt too. <br /> <br />there are no words possible.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ecstacy-in-an-orgasmic-poem/
