The Act

She rains kisses upon me
She, with raiment of dew
I welcome the storm

I arch

As He shines his hot breath inside me

Apollo incarnate
He cups her soft breast
My hand

On his calloused hand
In my ecstasy thinking
It will soften and cool his touch

I am naive
We moan our lyrics
To the music created
He Staccato
She Crescendo
Me Vibrato
A tangled ensemble of performance art
While worshipful onlookers
Create a golden glow

Holding scented votives
In praise and glorification around us
Audible
Visual
The act
Well worth the payment
Of the voyeurs