Time Displacement

Time Displacement

It was sometime after the wheel
That the natural glow of the flame melting into the night
Was replaced by the incandescent light:
Yellow, over your radiant skin,
The wooden desk beneath your slender form,
Dark wood-grain pulsing outside of our shadows.

The black telephone handset-- mouthpiece--
Earpiece, hanging from a wish bone with its cord draping down,
Brushed aside with the evening forms,
Making room for carnal business
In the clerk's office.

Making hard love,
Trying to see only you, hear only you.
But the stapler, phone, pens,
Rattle on the desk with the soft pulsing of your breasts.
Time ticks off in the distance and I imagine forever:
This yellow light
Fading into black and white.

Primal pleasure continuing into new images,
The next generation is getting bored.

Green fluorescence, imperceptibly flickering in the grocery aisles
As I catch the scent of peanut brittle in the bulk foods section;
It wrestles beneath the scent of the yogurt covered pretzels,
Dried bananas,
And your flowing juices.

My Sweet,
Bent over between the banana and pretzel barrels.
Like a school girl, surprised by the warm evening breeze,
Your skirt hiked over the supple curves of your ass,
I hurry between your stifled cries to finish what we've begun.
The stock people and the maintenance crew loll about the shelves
Like deer hiding in the forest.
Can they hear skin on skin,
My gasp,
Your whimper,
Anything beyond business as usual?

I hear ringing from the loading dock at the back of the building.
I watch somebody run by to answer the push-button phone.
When I close my eyes, I see colors:
Flashing end displays,
Sexy young nymphs selling their wares on television.

Primal pleasure continuing into new images,
The next generation is getting bored.

High speed film spins, slowing
Nature's chronometer:
We see
Wet masterpiece of the raindrop impacting on the water's surface.
We dream of sex in high speed, high-def,
Pastoral, metropolitan, cosmopolitan,
Sex on the beach:
Our juicy explosion,
Red daiquiri drops propelled by lust;
Suspended in organic shapes,
Denying gravity
To arc over the sparkling rim
As we watch the liquid crater within the glass
Seek equilibrium.

Bodies come together and the shutter is still too fast.
Even when I slow, you slow, we slow,
Sweat cools, but our skin remains so hot.
To delay synchronized ecstasy,
Easier to say,
More difficult to do.
Now savor our every climax,
Captured for all time,
Transferred to memory to VHS is fine.
Tomorrow at the beep I'll leave a message for you.

Primal pleasure continuing into new images,
The next generation is getting bored.

Digital circuits etched in silicon,
Hidden from sight,
Like our own memories,
Forward, back, repeat,
Looping libidos captured in 3-D.

I still can't live without you,
Without your arms,
Without your legs,
Your touch,
Your analog bump and grind
To drive our fluids in real time.

When you're gone I have cyberspace.
Tightly packed pixels as fine as your skin
Reflect on my retinas,
Caress my synapses,
Show every fold of the sheets,
Each naked turn,
Each facial expression when we burn,
It's time compressed into a chip.
I have you on my PC.
I have you on my phone.
When we're finished
With the intrusive congestion of the outside world,
We make love in our home.
We have sex in our show.
We tell ourselves we're secure,
Secure with ourselves.
What do we care
About who sees us out there?

Primal pleasure continuing into new images,
The next generation is getting bored.