or,
Safe Sex Via Technology
(a poem for adults)
by
transmothra
i lie down on my bed and soon
i start to touch myself;
and floating overhead, the moon
rests neatly on her shelf.
the windowsill is high enough;
i leave the curtains open.
no one sees me in the buff.
i heave, in earnest hoping…
somewhere flying miles above,
a satellite observing.
electric eye to catch my love;
a spy most undeserving.
along another axis lay
a room with many views.
its monitors see many play,
like me, and maybe you.
and in that room, a silent girl
undoes her belt and probes
for the spot that makes toes curl,
that only holy lobe.
she watches as i think of her
and bathe myself in fingers;
her monitors begin to blur,
and purring she will linger.
and somewhere very far away,
somebody’s all alone.
if only they knew in some way
they’ve partners of their own.
