le rêve

asleep in a red-hot upholstered armchair,
her blouse is askew and her left breast
exposed, while her head tilts to one side,
her hands rest suggestively in her lap

what makes her so exceptional is an exalted ritual
that includes an exquisite tribute to modern sex

descriptions of her dream,
thumbs and forefingers forming a vaginal replication,
and her forehead into a penile one,
confirms that sex is on her mind as well as between her legs

well, almost but not quite, the impression also depicts his dream, not just hers,
where her hands and head mimic sexual organs,
features exactly such fusions of ordinary objects with sexual imagery

his meticulously conceived visions,
like fatal orgasms in the searing desert heat,
he removed the coolly clever techniques
into the bodily heat of erotic passion

her most imaginative implement in the dream,
is this fusion of a sexual lethal climax with the
radical illustrious device of his, pinkish-purple protrusion,
exploring new and undiscovered territories,
lying vigorously between her thighs

the young dirty-blonde’s porcelain complexion
was receiving pleasure,
by mouth and tongue, gratifying her tartlet,
satisfaction melds with relaxed delight

so, for some,
suffice to say,
le rêve,
is what makes the world go round