Make Love

I would like to imagine doing this to a woman. To a beautiful woman. Sometime in the very, very, very near future...

I want to make love to you beside railroad tracks

as freight trains thunder past

man made wind and noise

...and oil perfume and the kinetic rush of a thousand thousand tons

gliding and screeching past the feel of the earth rumbling beneath us.
I want to make love to you near an airport runway
as the 777 reaches and roars toward the sky.
I want to make love to you in sight and sound

...and taste of ocean mountains, prairie, desert, glacier
in the deepest primeval forest

...during a raging lighting-storm

near the mouth of the Mulu caves
...and on the moon.

I want to make love to you in the magic sphere of Nature's vast power

...flowing within and between us.
I want to make love to you during an earthquake

near a roaring volcano

...in the midst of a hurricane and tsunami.

I want to own my own home and gather all the internal strength I'd feel there

then you come to me unannounced in the night or afternoon when we haven't seen one another in days, weeks, months, years....

I want you to devour me and me to devour you

tigers hidden among the suburban forest of aluminum siding

roaring and then apart

treasuring the gifts of passion we share.

Just thinking about you turns me on as if you helped me find a new switch

that's always been a part of me but one I couldn't see before.

I want you as much as I can

...as often as I can

...as thoroughly as I can

...for as long as I can.

This hasn't happened yet.