now i have come to own the privilege
of calling this experience my own
my soul, the matchmaker
had booked arrangements
for the bodily abode
where star-crossed lovers
intertwined and bound
as strands inside a genome
(I)
at culmination, he
the knight in shining armor
lowered first
sending along the bills
for pesky condo fees:
anxiety and mental disarray
to which the moody me
sharply reacted
“just wait and see,” was told
“but she’ll come next!” responded
living in memories
of the orgasmic first encounter
a partial rising of the past
“don’t dwell in expectation
nor if she comes indulge her”
what was said
“simply observe”
as difficult as it then seemed
the wise advice was heeded
by my dread-struck mind
which tried its hardest
to stay grounded
subsequently all through
the vividly apparent rise
of the meandering seductress
(II)
my heart felt like it would then quit
pink, heated energy devoured torso
from hips up to the sickened throat
yet, breathing deep was not allowed
and so i forced this vehicle to stay in lane
despite the shooting, paralyzing pains
along the spine
ignoring angels, saints
spirits, and demons
that had come as visions
vipassana was my escape
sensing the nose
staying inside the brutalized
and battered body
thank the Lord!
for if i strayed
i’d surely lose that wired self
in the crazed land of
dualistic holograms and
