Making Love Poem by Raj Dronamraju

The situation demands I talk of flying horses, white pillow-like clouds, and other soothing yet forceful images
We could buy into the condition wherein he forgot everything immediately, he forget immediately all the effort it took to get him here
Salvation demands I celebrate biology as something akin to a holy vision

It's nice to sweat in a room with air conditioning
But even better was all the time spent thinking about this
Looking forward to something that happens
Looking forward to the build-up to something that never happens
Cold people seeking warmth and the clamminess that defines them

All the women were dressed in white except for one
And that was the woman I wanted to meet
Without warning, a violent storm tore through that lustful domicile
We hid out from it for awhile and we pondered the two sides to the build-up
Oh get lucky, you prince, you satisfied animal
Oh struck out, keep walking, there's a distance between you and confidence