A Swimmer in the Orifice

A fellow dives into an orifice,
Passion moves through his veins;
It starts, first from the soles

Of the feet; then moves as snake’s
Venom from ankle-points upwards, it gets
To the loin, makes a momentary stop, heaves

And sighs, pants and draws more
Breath, more blood for sustenance, for
The journey so dear, so near, so far...

And the loin infects the nerves,
Vertebrae rhythm a snake's
Slither, and nerves

Undulate the roaring
Passion to the ticklish brain;
Bodies convulse in

Flaccid-spastic pain-pleasure. At the
Point where lives hang carelessly in the
Ambience of emptiness, the

Diver waters the orifice,
plants
His

Seed deep in the
Fecund mound,
And descends the paradisal ascent.