One Night in Wales

[71degrees]

I haven't posted on here for two years, and for good reason - I haven't written anything new until now. And all of a sudden I write two in one night! Both about very new personal experiences. This is one. I am looking for honest critique, I also would be open to any title suggestions, I have a few, the one I have chosen for now is a very simple description of what the poem is about but perhaps a more emotional and imaginative name is needed for a poem like this! I just couldn't place the name of this one. I was also thinking of naming it Rowan after the man who this is about. I know there is a lot wrong with this poem and I need somebody to help bring order to the chaos of my mind!

don't remember when i last slept or ate
accepting this wild chaotic state
where blissfulness begins to bloom
minds full of psilocybin shrooms
melt me softly to the floor
then go deeper, just eat more
fingers entwined our voices play
heart is floating, psyche astray
gazing locked, your crooked grin
facial patterns shape shifting
deep, dark eyes pull closer in
the ecstasy of our skin on skin
everything ripples, everything blue
and all that exists inside of you
this energy consuming me
new moon, and your erotic beauty
surrendering to my pulsations
absorbed in your divine sensations
the lightest touch delightfully lightning
unity and something like tantric enlightening
sown seeds grow inside the garden of me
you are the tree, a mystery

Title is up to you, Universal. Maybe something that will shed some light on your subject matter.  You say it's a personal experience poem but yet later in your explanation, you say it's about a man named Rowan.  Are you the other participant?  Maybe whatever title you choose can push me in the direction you want the poem to go. Your explanation makes no sense.  As far as the poem goes, the sensory images are there but without any kind of punctuation the poem is some kind of wandering hallucinogenic episode. Maybe you just want to write about such an episode and that's the point of the poem. If that's a yes, you did a good job. If you want to show me something else, you'll need to work on it.