Still Measuring Her In Rainbows

©MaruLombardo

Rainbows can be measured in miles

minutes

or in light years

Sometimes orgasms

are just the beginning

Sometimes the blossoming

of her lips

takes me well beyond

frustrating mortality

to the place where the rainbow started

Sometimes my hangover

gives me special powers

Sometimes fucking

is not pornographic

Sometimes making love

is not a cliché

Sometimes her body is best explored

at the subatomic level

Sometimes her pleasure

is more meaningful than mine

Sometimes we have not been married

for a million years

Sometimes it is better to skip the shower

Sometimes her freckles glisten like the insides

of prehistoric gems

Sometimes she tastes

like primordial enlightenment

and feels