Kama Sutra

Mount, ride, dismount

Catch your breath

Sip some tea

Jot down notes for

Eventual illustrated memoirs

Before you go right back

mount, ride, screech, grunt, guttural sigh, dismount

The night breeze erases the jumble

Only poetry remains

As a prickly trace of the half-hearted combat

Combinations, distortions, strained bones and arches

Between lust and lasting

Thrusting and trusting

Caring and stealing

The fight and the fright

A little death

A little less left after

Big circling dance of romance

Diminished by the mount, the mound

The forlorn foreplay each blasted night

Variety is the spice of fright

Twist, tryst, triste, and shout.

Pleasanton, CA

9-4-2022