In Sacramento did Matthew
A simple pleasure poem decant
With words like wine flowing
From the pen lofted far above
A Damocles looming over erotic verse
Words of meadows and the touch of fern
To skin supple and waiting, airy floating
Over free pages, words sent of fragrance
From muse and miracle, of love and shared
Whispers even from solitude, Xanadu
In pentameter or alliterative illusiary omen
In Sacramento poets bravely
And simply pleasure poems repeat
Unshattered by interruptive reality, words
As drugged as possible, some slow
Purposeful seduction on paper, a poem
Making love to itself, slowly stretching
To a conclusion and a catching of breath
elegant with a penetrating energy! :)
Pretty interesting! Unusual idea for a poem. I like it!
I think it is worthy, and calls for an arrangement.