mutual orgasm

I want to stretch an image across the Sky
When she reveals her darkness.
Clothe over the black cloth that drapes her figure at night
And make her tears—falling as stars down her skin—go missing.

Perhaps to dampen my pulsating praise,
I will hide behind the noise of good humor,
And seemingly mock, though privately intend to mirror,
The writer who stretches his text across the white ice of a page
And perfectly breaks the stillness of the surface with his mindful matter
That arrives from beneath the fluidity of his passing streams of language
And has you arise, star struck, on his mise en scene
Which moves to the music of his vocals
And sends you falling—floating erotically around
The curves and contours of the cities in your dreams.

His writing taking place
Over time and space
Wraps you inside his world
Where all you can see is his language of images,
Personified as characters and places
You know of, you lust for
And which he embraces you with in mutual orgasm.

I want to stretch an image across the Landscape
Of your reading eye.
An impression of words, I have helped you imagine, rising to view.

I may have created a world
A world we want to live in.