Vaginal Thoughts

The doorway to ascent which in an upbeat, sadly
abused mythology became the super-highway
to heaven – and as such remains, a haven
for rest and recreation, a hideout and respite;
and despite its subterranean mien all those
things delighting the comforter and comforted
alike pertain for now and forever.

Where the sheath for the stem binds its leaf-like
embrace tightly, the fibrous grain of its fleshless
enfoldment contains the truth of an evolutionary
involvement. No erotic thoughts arise at each
leaf node but the comforts of a tight and satisfying
fit abide, a deep liking held desirously erect,
a welcoming containment conspiring inside.

Here we glide in lubricious ease, cleave, clutch
and strain for singing nerve-endings, riding a
chorus of feeling. Sadly it lasts no longer than the
mad moment of its being, fleeting impressions
remain contiguous igniting small fires randomly there
at the end of the rumpled sheets where I cannot
erase vaginal thoughts from my head.
© I.D. Carswell 2006