Spelunking
Like a spelunker entering a cave
hesitant, surfeit , hard-spored,
I cast my lot onboard
and thrust my throbbing package like a knave
into your Charon’s weeping waters.
Doomed to wander banks a hundred years
searching for resolution to my fears.
Your petals, threshold of sons and daughters,
fiery, disappearing and reappearing
engulf me like a summer’s flood,
never dreaming love could taste so good
and send my helpless heart veering
through a cavern of gracious gold,
hidden pleasures, stories untold.
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