The Eternal Bed

When the hottest and reddest pot of lava

Spurted into mid-air, just

To pour on Pompeii

He and she, both refused to escape

The bed and history were wrinkled by their strong nails

Scratching out wrinkles

She winged her feet in the air

To meet the roots of mandarins that enter

He rhinoceroses his hips and waves her

The desire in her palms

Stretched out by the round balls of her breasts

And long hair like a net of beads

Can't catch the shock of the bed

Eternity is a

A door to keep moving, right?

Her lips are half open

Tongue hissing mussels ......

The rushing lava finally brings the orgasm

Drenching them in

The heaven that cannot be moved away

Frozen in a moment

In the excavated city of Pompeii

Tourists hold bundles of awe

To this

The "bed of molten lava" of love and death

and protruding coyote eyes and hippopotamus noses

Looking back

Behind them, the Soviet volcano seems faintly

continues to rise

Against the gravitational pull of the full moon

Shooting out silvery starbursts

To the moving

The Gate of Eternity ......