Outlaw Lovers in Space

Spaceport steal-away behind the curtain
covering the hydroflex seals secluded
from prolonged gilded gazing
too long at the thick black grease like glue

you in your zippered uncombed cashmere
lion's mane and quantum grip captain's boots
ain't fooling me pulling at your transparent
satin panties wrenching with a mechanic's grip
my hips slipping in all that black grease

men in beige bibs and policeman cowls march
lock-step step-by-step scowl beholden
loaded laser beam bayonets and
mustachioed upper lips carrying in the bejeweled
pocket over their heaving breast an amateur
cartoonist portrait, at best,
of the two flagrant naked swaying cohorts copulating
behind the hydroflex curtain
making a mess.

TA