Adult Confessions Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

The bunny hill lift to Heaven
is closed not on account of
the lack of snow or end of season

but because of the absence
of patrons who rather fancy their faulty
spiritual aspirations to sizzle

in the passion of Satan's
flaming Spring embraces. Meanwhile
this young woman settles

for copulating nimbostratus virga
and sanctifying romanticism
above carnal feasting.

Recoiling, rising from my tomb,
I roll away the stone and skillfully
reach for her divine fault.

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