In the Gobi, and Out of It

I

Being invited to the lady's large bed delighted!, and overcome by possibilities

Was not unlike stumbling through the Gobi Desert, under an orange moon

And then entering some ancient city, not understanding a word

II

Puking over her feet, I complain she's "cold". it is not an idyllic scene. I say I feel too old, to do any better, and that this is, in fact, pretty good.

III

The galaxies receding make a sound:

Patter of dog feet on sidewalk-

Wherever they're going, they're going home.