Serving man

Bookend sentinel,
lost in space

you come hither
but in peace
offering soylent green

blue faced, rose-colored

spectacles wearing white

polyester bell bottoms stretched 

over long greenly laced legs

of interwoven veined spirographs, 

supernovae radiantly out-of-control

to eat me alive.

So an aperitif first,
ultramarine liquid, blurring faculty, 

cleansing palate, warping 

space/time continuum

before pursed lips blow a naked kiss 

concussive enough 

obliterating skin-tight spacesuit to 

bare skin

And for the main entree,

nawa shibari

arms bound, legs tied, mouth 

gagged, whole body 

suspended in anime

floating zero gravity

no one can hear you scream 

for ecstasy deafens
swirling into time tunnels, 

completely harnessed

And still I succumb.