I rolled back the stone metaphorically

went through the door

was not offended just curious

 

into the cave bright and cheery.

Alien, pressed packing under pin spots

an indrawn breath of dismay

at how versatile sex can be.

Orgasm ecstasy fantasy upside down

the pouting grin of a latex clown

and in perfect silence

like a cold church with colour.

 

A sense of dislocation in the isolation

of one ingredient, spice of life.

A shrine common to all religions

but repressed hence the stone at the door.

Preparations to increase virility

unguents to ease facility.

 

Presiding like a shaman in jeans

a bland enguiry came forth

and in a squalid way I sensed the

Venus and Mars conjunction with new greedy eyes

stripped of romance or vitality

deeply depressed at my curiosity.