FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

something erotic
is at first gentle,

it is the mind which
works,

hands mislead
you focus on touch

tongue asserts
its power

lips cannot be
outdone

legs become
trusses of affections

abdomens jibe
with breasts

storms happen
earthquakes are

more than welcome
and aftershocks

the last calamity
is flood

and then you
are to tired to

wipe out
all of the humanity

in both of you.
Blind and all seeing.