My Room Poem by Bragg Adocio

You spin milky way galaxies across my mind while you twirl upon the surface of the sun, Tango under the stars and foxtrot w/ my saturn's moons to the tune of untuned swoons and moans echoed in my memories. Singing through space so that all could hear. I call upon the voice of my memories and watch triple x tapes of our bonding on repeat through the private cosmos known as my imagination. Where only the feeling I get flowing through me can critique. The stars give way to your ecstatic tone while your ecstatic tone gives way to your contracting body, and your body to my touch, my touch to your taste, your taste to my tongue, and once again to that feeling. In me and you the same. And once again you are back on the surface of the sun dancing w/ the moon. And I..... I am only in my room.