Great Orgasmic Relief Poem by Adam Rubenstein

Great Orgasmic Relief
By: Adam J. Rubenstein
May 2009

Her intergalactic jazz licks (my ear)
Smooth notes glide down my spine

The flood gates open
As fools rush in
Chilled by emotion
Gasping from within

It’s like atheists knock
With amethyst rocks
Throwing
These glowing stone around

Wind blows
As the temperature begins to incline

Earth moves
As our bodies intertwine

Fire burns as death lurks
Her climax, on the arise

Mountains crumble
Volcano’s burst
Taking flight,

Our bodies explode

Landing in an abrupt halt
With an aftershock jolt
Her eyes begin to roll

Sighs of relief
From this orgasmic defeat

Leave the legs weak
Lungs hard to breathe
And there’s no speech
After this great orgasmic relief