The First Poem I Wrote in College

Xanadu

At last the stubborn
blaze of daylight
concedes to the moon. Beneath stars we
dance like devilish
elves through
forbidden realms. With eyes of
glass we laugh and lean,
holding potions that make us warm
inside. We forget ourselves
just for a while,
kissing recklessly the surge of impulses through
limber souls.
Moments loop and whirl away into
nothing remembered but
one sanguine haze.
Pleasure
quietly obscures
reason as
salacious fancy
tumbles
under
velour.
We romp through the fields of
Xanadu
yearning to reach the
zenith of relief from yesterday and tomorrow.