For All the Abandoned Virgins

Joe Rosenblatt
From:   dark fish & other infernos. Windsor, ON: Black Moss Press, 2011.

They were planning to stay
at a bed and meditation cottage.
on some obscure kinky planet
for a truly disembodied honeymoon

He would pressurize the cabin
for he knew in his collaged heart
that any roving impure viral thought
hiding out in hyperspace, could pass
through his vessel's opaque cosmic shield.

An astronaut in love has no defences:
against accumulating pleasure through osmosis
where shameless thoughts lose their adhesion
to conjoin in the nude without being seen.

He should have known that serious virgins
are rarely ever tipplers, and that unbridled Eros
frees a common impious dirt from the sublime
still he gave in to his drink's delicious laughter.

In ecstasy he offered his virgin bride
a tall sexy glass of sparkling bubblies
to celebrate their impending union . . .

when suddenly a buzzing thought
settled like an obese housefly
dark on the hairy petals of his mind

and then, in an instant, she was gone
repelled by a lewdly viscous reflection.

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