Signs Along the Road of Intercourse

She lies beneath, OPEN, spread,
offering her sex to the sky, to him.
Her mind constructs tag clouds—

words falling in a soft rain
of differently sized fonts. LOVE, or maybe, GOD
is large, as she feels him close to her.

LAUNDRY is also there, but tiny—
bullied into a cramped corner by the rowdy FUCK
and the energetic HARD. DEEP is big,

which should please him. FOREPLAY,
unfortunately though, is missing,
and when it is finally found, it's small

and meek and has been left, forgotten
and panting, by the side of that six-laned road
where LUST now has shifted into overdrive.

The tire tracks don't hurt her much,
now that BOREDOM is waiting patiently with her sister,
CONTEMPT, for him to finally drive her home.