The fruit of exhastion: poetry

((In)fidelity?
Physically mentally emotionally committed elsewhere
these two
Each night they lay supine beside their partners
as agreed
But only after their fulfilling electronic exchange
of essence
A deeply spiritual and nebulous opening of self
to another
Which oddly and conversely brings them closer to
their lovers
Even as they wonder if there is such an animal as
spiritual infidelity


Inseminated
Inseminated by your words
my mind the vessel
of seed that cannot bear fruit


Crescent Moan
strains of a jazz trio soft and subliminal
slow disrobing
musical swaying hips
searching fingers tangled by round things pushed
through slotted cloth what--
oh yes buttons
pop pop oops
who cares don't stop don't stop
storm rises from within
rushing winds of breath on heated skin
hands like brands
cupping breasts
gliding up along that neck graceful and arched
thumbs teasing bobbing throat
swallowing the flood of
mouth-water
do you feel it--
yes oh yes i want you want you
pulse-beat keeps time with plucked strings
of the bass
senses swirling
scented flesh touched by tongue
ahhh heavens
the miracle of a crescent moan
slowly rising
over passion fallen to earth