An Ecstatic Dream

Rose and frankincense drift through the air on smoky wings
curling and blending
with the dank scent of exertion.

Skin shimmers and glistens with a silky sheen,
linen bunches around hips bucking-
hips thrusting and grinding-

Moans and grunts and pants
escape the wet crush of lip and tongue

Slow, fast
Gentle, hard
Mechanical distillation of that vitaceous liquor

The moon glimmers across rippling puddles
A final twitch
As the world collapses.